Gaming from where I least expect it
March 10, 2011 7 Comments
I have eaten nothing more substantial than toast or quaffed anything more flavorful than diet Gingerale and Gatorade (strawberry-kiwi) since Monday. Today, with the help of a doctor at 4:15 pm, hopefully this evil beast can be slain.
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Good luck on slaying that Dragon..get well soon!
I’m not sure if I would prefer vomit or these golfball sized chunks of phlegm that I’ve been horking up every 15 minutes. It’s like an endless supply somehow. At least you can empty your stomach… I’ve got the Nurgle inside of me.
Nurgle infests us both. When the stomach is empty, it just resorts to the bile and acid that resides naturally in his pestulant wonderland.
This is possibly the geekiest, yet funniest thing I’ve read today. Cheers.
May Lord Tzentech see things through, and make a change for the better. 🙂
no cure poison pots on hand? 😉
feel better bud
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