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boarofthenorth100:

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Yes, come on in!

Ok

Yes, yes, come in to my cabin, watch your step please.

You Have A Lovely Hombe

Thank you, Horace. Sit, make yourself at hombe. Or would you like to play a game of Billiards in my special room over here?

Oh I Just Love To Play Balls

We’ll get along splendidly, then.

Some wine?

Oh Enough Chit-Chat And Lets Talk Creams.

Go on.

Well I Just Love Creams. Well They Taste Good. And. Oh The Texture An-

*Shrnf…*

Smells Of Steel.

*All pretense and friendly affect is dropped, eyes fixing coldly on the boar*

*Advances*

Well I Simply Knew All A Long

*And Horace Delivers A Series Of Funny Kicks And Rageful SMACKS To The Assailant’s Solar Plexus And Hip Bones*

AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DEFL…AAAA…a.aa….aaating….

Hm Hm Hm That Aought To Teach You Scoundrel

*Horace Turns His Handsome Snout To Face YOU*

Rememboar: Dont Go In A Strangor’s House Or Something I Forget

the most coherent incoherent RP I have ever witnessed on this site

elsajeni:

zevveli:

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered

me, having my hair down cause i couldnt lift my hands above my head to tie it in a pony tail: hi
co-worker: oh i love your hair like this!
me: thanks i couldnt lift my hands above my head to tie it in a pony tail