In a grand tradition started back in ’06, I take a lot of pictures of the boss…as seen from my corpse. WTF dying on Razorscale.
Insult an officer’s breast size: get /gkicked.
Gkick the GM’s girlthing: get /gkicked.
I SEE WHERE YOUR LOYALTIES LIE, STEVE. Just remember, my boyfriend is bigger than you! /preen
I’M NOT LISTENING LA LA LA. YOU’RE NOT TELLING ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR LA LA LA.
Ron: see the name of my blog?! SEE?! FUCK YOU AND YOUR HOLY. IT HAS NO BUBBLES. DO NOT WANT. /stomps foot
Every so often I see names around that either make me /facepalm, or lol IRL. I shall now share with you some of those gems.
There is one reason why Lyrandre will never cease being a tailor. That reason is…pants. She gets more pants than anything else-it was true when I was gearing her up in blues before Naxx, and it’s true now. I have pairs of pants for holy, for disc, for shadow, and for…I don’t know, someone looted them to me. I feel compelled to slap leg thingys on all of them and thus I shall forever be a tailor.
Someone didn’t believe me so there, up top: my four damn pairs of pants. Please note other random nonsense, such as: a green rag doll, blue overalls and a lumberjack shirt for fishing, Magic Eaters, Deviate Delights, Critter Bites, Flowers For Annoying Mach With Bunny Ears, and…thread for more pants.
I also like standing around on my various drake mounts and typing /mountspecial. Why? Well…’cause…they do neat things like this:
Isn’t he cuuuuuute?