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 and some weed into the void. She’ll chase after them.
If it’s a drive by, you’d stop circling around to continue commenting. You’d get notifications that folks have responded, but you’d just continue driving past and not reply further.
This isn’t a drive by, this is a cul-de-sac that you keep driving around in circles instead of just leaving. A cul-de-sac that you actively made the decision to pull into when you could’ve just kept driving.
Gonna start a conversation with my spouse with “you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” when I didn’t actually say anything before that
I get the feeling Dolly would like these jokes
Arm only the children!
“Hold my beer. YEET!”
This was a lot funnier if you were there and witnessed what he did. Written language can’t do it any justice. Just imagine the most badass thing a human can do, then imagine if he had a fist-sized rock in each hand while he did it, then imagine him tripping over his tunic right before the final flip.
So this is how I had to find out it was cancer‽
Yeah. It’s much classier to shit one’s pants in the backseat of a total stranger’s car. 💩👖
Translation: “Some humans have negative iq”
Perhaps that’s why they scream at random? 🤔🐲
Safely contained under the tat. Safely contained under the tat. Planet earth. Married. Yes. Yes.
Gonna send this to everyone on my snapchat
Any insult towards him is disrespectful towards anyone else that can also fit that insult
Buckled on jazz cabbage
That’s me rn. Not figuratively either, but literally. And no, I will not be providing any proof of this. Just take my word for it.
Tell us you want this planet to burn without telling us you want this planet to burn
Oh thank the gods! I last played the Sims 4 as a best-selling author. Before that was Kills-your-ass, my argonian assassin from Skyrim, who’s quirk is she can’t help but pick fights with giants, so she died a lot.
And it’s ready to kick your ass, so best hope the sharks by your side can fight
But it isn’t private though?