Witticus's Storybook of Awesome

[Cipher_Peon]

I'm not gay!

[GNFfhqwhgads]

I'm not gay!

No one was talking about you? You mentioned a fictional character, and I mentioned my uncle. Jeez, defensive much?

[Witticus]

Yeah, my uncle's ex-partner has an ex-wife and daughter.

My gay uncle has a son. Anyway, I made up the ball comment on the spot, what was the thing with the Doors?

[GNFfhqwhgads]

My gay uncle has a son. Anyway, I made up the ball comment on the spot, what was the thing with the Doors?

STM, I think it was, asked me what I thought about The Doors, and I said, "The Doors can rub my genitals on their faces."


So, extra points for oddly specific coincidences, then.

[jibjqrkl]

i found more cookies

[dragoninforcer]

i found more cookies

Is that you in my pantry?

[Witticus]

It's time for Act III of tonight's harrowing tale.

Act: III: To All Friends Weary

Many years had passed since Supretigma had ventured off into the kingdom and Draginfor was growing more worried by the day. Knocks at the door lead him to excitement as he ran over to see if his long lost friend was back from his travels. Jibisinitine noticed him getting up at night to look out the window and leave the porch light on just in case. One night Draginfor vanished into the cool dark air. In the morning Jibsintine went to look for him only to find him dead by the well, bearing the mark of Unklewittiky.

[jibjqrkl]

why did i wait till morning, it's not like i sleep at night or anything...

[dragoninforcer]

Well **** that ****.



I'm out. Night all.

[GNFfhqwhgads]

Good.