Sorry Man Im All Booked

so hard to explain your personal inside jokes but. okay so every time i roll a joint i’m like hmm how much is left in the tray.. about a joints worth..

and then i get caught up thinking about a weed butler named jointsworth

Buddy: I had a nightmare....

oh...i’m sorry. anything i can do?

Gangle: I don't think so unless abstraction c-

*stops mid-sentence and begins to quietly sob thinking about Kaufmo, his loss still raw in her mind*

........i miss him.

How are you feeling?

I won’t play your psychological games

Caine:

*swoops in*

OOOOOH ZOOOOOBLE, I THINK I FOUND YOUR TYPE OF ADVENTURE!

oh god. what is it

Buddy: *knocks on Zooble's door*

Trick or treat!

oh hey, little guy! is it halloween already?

Caine: Well gee uhh I don’t know can’t we give them something for that?

i don’t know. aren’t you supposed to be in charge here?

"you've got six names and two pronoun sets in your bio, how should people refer to you?" easy. every time you want to talk to or about me you roll 1d6 for name and flip a coin for pronoun set. if you've got an INT stat of 15 or lower you also have to roll to see whether you survive my eldritch blast, but that's mostly unrelated

Caine: *snaps fingers and changes their colour scheme to one similar to the frankenstein monster*

What do ya think?

.......um..........

(They don’t know.)

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments: