EmeraldSilver Blogs

“I am so happy that this is a real person and not just a character in an all-anal James Bond porn parody.”

“Acting… performance… it’s all the same thing.”
“It’s all the same three dots on the page.”

“My dad took all the facial hair with him when he died.”

“I never thought of political corruption as buying local, but it’s true…”

“Food should not do that.”
“Do what?”
“What?”
“You said food shouldn’t do that; what did it do?”
“The Charleston.”

“I am pretty sure we’re going to get into a fist fight.  I’m just hoping it’s before I’m fifty.”

“If you don’t look like you’ve eaten a human being by the end of the fight, you didn’t do it right.”

“When we’re talking about shitty rock bands from the 70s, I know my stuff.”

“This sounds like a great contest: mail in your names for our sliced pig anus business.”

“Oh, the menus are in Japanese, so you’re going to have to just kind of… guess.”
“Chances are, the first one is ‘play.'”

“He’s got a mood shirt!”

“He’s prone to catatonia.”
“As long as he doesn’t drool on the pages, that’s fine…”
“Well, he’s incapable of drooling…”

“So he’s a music fan, huh?”
“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“…Which is high on my list of RPG dreams.  I’d like to play a doorstop.  I’ve never played a doorstop.”

“Okay, here are the 10 names: The Coast-Guardian.”
“That’s where we START?!”

“This being the internet, I’m sure there are people out there claiming that scopes are cheating.”
“Uh… I agree.  Scopes are very disadvantageous to people charging across the battlefield.”
“To be fair, so is aiming.”

“I have to kill all the monkeys and start again!”

“Wait, do we set a standard?”

“I’ve started leading with horse fisting… that’s not getting tweeted, is it?”
“It is now.”

“Bryan, I sent you your panties.”
“…What?”