So I'm standing here and looking to my left writing whatever comes to mind.
Fish.
Although I guess that might not be the most efficient use of you.
Barrel.
Though while I'm doing this I guess you're already doing the most efficient thing you can be doing.
Mayonnaise.
But at some point I think we all need to realize something about mayonnaise: it's good for you!
But that's not the point. Or is it?
I suppose that the only way for you to be doing more than you're really supposed to is if some poor person was to lean against you.
Starkiller.
Because if that wasn't happening, then everyone else would probably be playing "Dear Floor."
Bacon.
I'm going to keep saying that joke until I die. Hopefully not soon. Though I should probably worry more about cholesterol. But what do I know? I'm just a sandwologist.
More to come later!
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
[2:54:18 AM] Dusty Lens: I think when he was expressing some uncertainty about his pvp skill [2:54:23 AM] Dusty Lens: We all told him that the best teacher is the undock button and dying. [2:54:27 AM] Dusty Lens: I think he took that too literally
I saw you hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
I wanted to invite you to Periwinkle Paradise.
But I was scared you wouldn't be pleased.
You were so pretty and You always teased.
I wished I could get my eyes to shine like that.
You were so adorable even if you were a brat.
I was so shy but wanted to play with you.
If only my eyes could sparkle a shade of blue.
Oh, my eyes were just a blue as your's were.
But my eyes had seen Grey and would blur.
I was fascinated by the gleam in your eyes.
I wanted to meet you in Periwinkle Paradise.
How you would try to be free and flirt.
But there was too much pain and it hurt.
You brought me such wonderful joy.
It made me so happy to be just a boy.
But that was long ago and so far away.
For some reason I thought of you, today.
I imagine us in azure skies and cream pies
frolicking together in Periwinkle Paradise.
In other words: You chose bloody periwinkle? Really?
Zod walks up to the Wall and takes in whats going on. He quickly sees someone wrote about him loving Copper or something. He quickly looked around, and seeing no one was looking he pulled out a crude box of coloured markers and began drawing under the picture he saw.
Silver told me we're going to a summit. I can only imagine the spread they'll have there!
And when I'm done with that I might get a roll to put the butter substitute on. And some ham. And cheese. And then a ham and cheese. That combines all the ingredients I've listed so far. And then. And then...
*Drool*
I hope they have the Kalte Platte. What kind of a summit doesn't have the Kalte Platte!?
More to come later!
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.