AncientNecro wrote:
Good sir, you will certainly never get my point.
I have no points. Words fall from my mouth as **** from ***, as they say.
I understand. I have nothing more to say, except that you have earned your +rep.
DuffTime wrote:
ok ok plz carry me omg
i was only waiting for you to ask
Temzilla wrote:
Too hot to be icecream.
Luther3000 wrote:
He looks like a hair gel advert on legs
Toshabi wrote:
Icecreamy, with hair as slick and smooth as the ocean waves of Cocobana
AncientNecro wrote:
You're right. I'd have to assume my meeting with Teemo had already gone down... I'm sure if I ever get the chance to buy a bag of shrooms from a midget with a blowgun in a bar, they'll be the best I've ever had, and more.
Yes, Teemo, Akali and Ahri would also be there... , _ ,
Thanks to jhoijhoi, Brynolf, Jeffy40hands, Samoh, MissMaw, Vavena, Koksei and The-Nameless-Bard for my signs
Rammus and I would chill and discuss new methods of smithing to augment his armor, and then enjoy some nice cool drinks. Later I'd join Fiddlesticks to frighten the Christ out of Annie, after which Ryze and I would discuss ancient magics and philosophy, because we're both nerds like that.
If I bumped into my favourite champion...
I would open the door and see Nocturne feasting on the flesh of the pathetic meat bags that dared insult his taste in beverage. Blood and body parts would be lining the walls and dripping off the ceiling, wrecked tables lying around. And me and him would have this awkward moment when I'm starting directly at him across the room. And hes staring at me standing in the door. He coughs to clear his throat, and leans over and picks up the napkin to wipe the dribbling blood off his lower chin.
Then I would sorta nod politely and walk backwards out the door again whilst the body in his arms would turn to look at me as I exit and whisper *help me...
Then I would tell my friend that we might need to find someplace else for her to go do the toilet
I would open the door and see Nocturne feasting on the flesh of the pathetic meat bags that dared insult his taste in beverage. Blood and body parts would be lining the walls and dripping off the ceiling, wrecked tables lying around. And me and him would have this awkward moment when I'm starting directly at him across the room. And hes staring at me standing in the door. He coughs to clear his throat, and leans over and picks up the napkin to wipe the dribbling blood off his lower chin.
Then I would sorta nod politely and walk backwards out the door again whilst the body in his arms would turn to look at me as I exit and whisper *help me...
Then I would tell my friend that we might need to find someplace else for her to go do the toilet
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I would be thinking I was high.... really high.
A purple midget ninja with hair all over the face, what would you think? D:
You're right. I'd have to assume my meeting with Teemo had already gone down... I'm sure if I ever get the chance to buy a bag of shrooms from a midget with a blowgun in a bar, they'll be the best I've ever had, and more.