Forum Game: The stockings were hung by the [chimney] with [care].

Started by chuckv3, June 29, 2014, 10:53:54 PM

mrultimate


houtex

My name is Wonder Woman, and I approve of this Wonderbra.  It supports me so well, during battle, and I look great too!

/oink, y'all.

Pengy

My name is Xuantong Di, and apparently I must approve this Xinhai Revolution.

Paragon Avenger

Hey, Boo-Boo, I'm Yogi Bear and I approve of this yummy yellow pic-a-nic basket.

Paragon Avenger


Paragon Avenger


Relitner

in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti amen

Thirty-Seven

Psst, you win... that means you get to choose a new framework for our next round wit da Alf'bit!

Paragon Avenger


Paragon Avenger

OK, as Gru once said, "My turn".

The children were all [snuggled] in bed with visions of [sugarplums] danced in their heads.

The children were all asleep in bed with visions of Atlas Park danced in their heads.

Keep it GP.

Pengy

The children were all [bundled] in bed with visions of [Babbage] danced in their heads.

Blondeshell

Correcting to the actual verse structure:

The children were [cuddled] all snug in their beds, while visions of [Cthulhu] danced in their heads.

Pengy

The children were [dumped] all snug in their in beds, while visions of [Destoroyah] danced in their heads.

Paragon Avenger


The children were [excited] all snug in their in beds, while visions of [Eochia] danced in their heads.

Pengy

The children were [found] all snug in their in beds, while visions of [Fin Fang Foom] danced in their heads.

SerialBeggar

The children were [giddily] all snug in their beds, while visions of [GMs] danced in their heads.
Teams are the number one killers of Soloists.

Paragon Avenger


The children were [horrified] all snug in their beds, while visions of [Hamidons] danced in their heads.
:D

Thirty-Seven

The children were [inebriated] all snug in their beds, while visions of [Ice Mistral] danced in their heads.

Quote from: johng736@gmail.com on July 20, 2014, 12:53:47 AM
By the way, is the secret number 37?
Secret?  Thirty-seven is no secret.  It is a paragon of excellence that is often seen beating up occurrences of the number 42 in dark alleys.

It is sacred, and beyond reproach.

So speaketh the keeper of said number.

Pengy

The children were [joined] all snug in their in beds, while visions of [Jurassik] danced in their heads.

Blondeshell

The children were [kissed] all snug in their beds, while visions of [Kalinda] danced in their heads.