Should I set them on fire? Should I roast marshmallows over their smoldering charred remains and make s’mores?
Yes and yes. Did anyone bring any graham crackers. I seem to have left mine in my lair.
Rawr! I’m a dragon! Fear me!
Or don’t. That works too.
I’m Sour of the Noodle Council®. I’m here to just dragon it up and be a dragon, and to observe your interactions with my dragoniness to report my findings back to the Noodle Council®
Satire. I’m not actually a dragon nor am I sending information to a fictional council of zylants that secretly rule the pasta underworld.
Also my human persona does occasionally bleed through the cracks. Don’t mind her. Just throw a bar of chocolate into the void. She’ll chase after it.
Should I set them on fire? Should I roast marshmallows over their smoldering charred remains and make s’mores?
Yes and yes. Did anyone bring any graham crackers. I seem to have left mine in my lair.
Absolute cinema. 🙌 No notes. Etc, etc, etc
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Steve.”
“Fuck that. Your name is Steve now.”
Stoner problems
Edit: just noticed this was posted to adhd and find that equally relatable
Hell yeah, my trans queen!
Gotta tell the “funny” stories yourself before your bigoted family members do it first
I did. I appreciate you looking out for us, Crow-friend 🐦⬛