Bittersweet Candy Bowl

no problems freind, we all have things that need to be said

we shall focus on pillaging then, ILB can be human resources and public relations, that way she still get to wear a viking hat

No, don’t feel bad about it.


Oh, and “human resources” sounds somehow off when it comes to pillaging. ^_^

Thank you…

*Puts on a Viking Helmet and pulls out a sword*

Onward then!



@ILB: Nah, you simply give them a kitten or puppy from a local animal shelter and ensure them that they can avoid such treatment by being less greedy from then on.



@Leaving a Comment: then destroy things we shall, don’t forget to bring the Robot.

Do I get to hug them as well? ^_^

yes but you have to wear the viking hat

If you wish to do so.

Oh. I guess I could try to make an effort, then. ^_^

Ooh, I would like to have my hair braided, too.

I want to put flowers in my hair and use a flaming sword. And of course the robot is coming, how else will we destroy things?

*Looks at crowbar, then looks at skyscraper, looks back at crowbar, The crowbar is now a horse.*

Good point.
*Hops into the Robot.*

Oh, I do want to put flowers in my hair, too. Preferably daisies. That would make for some splendid symbolism in this scenario. ^_^

Can I put flowers in my hair? ^_^

Of course, dear. ^_^

I feel like all the cool things happen when I’m I can’t be on the forums.

Goody

Really, Gabriel? I sometimes feel the same way.

Of course, when I do feel that way I go make my own fun. ^_^

Sketching hair Lucy

Her mustache or fur?

God… hermaphrodite lucy T_T

Wait… Fetch Maverik!

(-__-)

Hair Lucy is just Sue with severe emotional issues.

Basically but it’s still fun to draw her. I have to go to chem homework helper in 390 minutes, FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

If it’s anything like Hamburger Helper, you’re in for a treat.

Screw Hamburger Helper. I’M A REAL CHEF. MEH. MEH.

If you have sex with it, is that necrophilia or bestiality?

I get pulled away to work on a revolving staircase and the people left in charge of placing the rest of the molding not only placed it upside down, but wasted the window casement molding by using it instead of the chair molding. So now I have to tear it all down and re cut the damn angles and FFFUUUUU!!!!



Hope you guys are doing well.

390 minutes? God I need help today, that’s suppose to be 30 minutes which is now 15. DAMN IT.

I have ten minutes before I am forced to abandon all of you to the wolves.

LaComi and I are the wolves.

im a badger

badger badger badger

Okay gotta go now

You guys are cuddly Wolves.

*Scratches behind both sets off ears.*



And Good Luck LaCommie!

@Jerk: As an answer to your food related question: It becomes part of the Natural Harvest cookbook.

that was stupid. It was literally the shortest class ever.

I doubt that. We once had a class that lasted… ten minutes? And I have heard of shorter ones. ^_^

Five minutes. It takes me a while to walk to the computer lab.

Oh. Shorter than my own experiences, but still a tad longer than the worst example I have heard. ^_^

I once had an eighty-minute class where the teacher forgot to turn up

I hope someday Taeshi will do an arc where all the main characters have to be shaved for some reason. I find that mental image so silly!

What is the BCB equivalent of a catgirl fetish?

A human fetish?

Also congrats on your hookup.

Humangirl fetish.

Post it in the thread, dude.

He did.



And I did, so congrats again.

http://prillalar.com/drabbles/

This was just silly, ^-^

Cozy Love

Riley finished packing. Ever since Carmen, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Riley had been hardy.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing jumped him, all was dry. So today, Valentine’s Day, he was going on the sidewalk to become a black skirt.

Just then, there was a Hard knock at the door. Riley opened it and stood there slowly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his toung.

When Riley came to, Carmen was holding his torso and looking fluffy. “My love,” Carmen said stupidly, “I’m sorry for the Funny shock. I’ve been shipwrecked on a Lovely island for the last ten years, living like the sun through a rain drop that shines everywhere. I was only rescued last week.” She paused. “I lost my tail in the wreck. Can you still love me?”

Riley could hardly believe his Carmen had returned. “I will always love you, tail or no tail. Besides, you can cover it up with a hand.”

They embraced loudly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was wet.

Wet indeed.

I know, I loled at that point. This one also tickled my funny bone cause the characters I used for it act completely different from this.

I’m Dreaming Of A Cooing Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Aileen sat hotly on the couch, sipping light eggnog.

She looked at the homesick letter hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Vince had hung it there, just before they looked at each other crossly and then fell into each other’s arms and yelled each other’s waist.

If only I hadn’t been so Green-eyed, Aileen thought, pouring a witty amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Vince might not have got so adorible and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a confused tear and held her ears in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an impossible voice lifted passionitaly up in song.


I’m dreaming of a cooing Christmas

Just heart soared like an eagel



Aileen ran to the door. It was Vince, looking panicky all over with snow.

“I missed you enchantingly,” Vince said. “And I wanted to clung your waist again.”

Aileen hugged Vince and started to sob.

“I think you’re drunk,” Vince said.

“I think so too,” Aileen said and they yelled each other’s waist until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted mouse elbow and lived swiftly until Aileen got drunk again.

People have been calling me Vince a lot lately. :|

I never realized that the name means “winner,” but, you know, I think it fits.

Could it be because of your last name?

Everything went better than expected

To Morbidly Lay

Paulo and Amaya were celebrating a wet Valentine’s Day together. Paulo had cooked a quiet dinner and they ate on the floor by candlelight.

“My darling,” Amaya said, stroking Paulo’s eyes, “I have something for you.” She gave a box to Paulo. “It is but an orange token of my gentle love.”

Paulo opened the box. Inside was a comfy bed! He gazed at it swiftly. Then he gazed at Amaya swiftly. “It’s smooth,” Paulo said. “Come here and let me lay you.”

Just then, a fluffy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like wind chimes in the wind. “Your happiness will not last!” she said in a beautiful voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Amaya read it. “It’s a page from a diary. It says…it says that you’re my brother.”

They stared at each other deeply as the crone cackled some more. Paulo’s fur began to tremble. Then Amaya shrugged, pulled out a milk, and hit the crone on her hands. She fell over dead.

“Problem solved!” Paulo said and kissed Amaya ridiculously. “This is a small Valentine’s Day!”

They hotly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they jumped each other all night long.

“Come here and let me lay you.” Heeeeee <3