Club Bend

Did you notice how bender popped out back to our life online?

How was your vacation?

Tell us the truth, you were sick, right? Upset tummy? I’m close, right? You were sick. Your tummy was calm in a weird way and you were ashamed to show up without gas!

Tough for you – we heard that certain rumble near dawn, so from now on you will be known as the rumble fairy…

After this short opening, I can resume with the regular cycle of trashing:

Fagster, you’re trying to take cheap shots at me and you think you’ll get away with it?

First of all, you dare accuse me of binge bitching? You should hear yourself moaning after a good binge – it sounds like an old woman giving birth while a truck is running her over…

The tiramisu was wonderful – you’re not getting anything – not even the fluids from the bottom!

Now, about the laughing, you giggle like a school girl when the captain of the football team approaches, I think a modron joke of the worse kind will send you all the way to the land of snorting fags who spray coke from the nostrils…

Oh, and if you have a problem with the bottles – that’s fine – from now on I’ll make spicy tea that’ll make your stomach yearn for descent things (like the small chili peppers served in the lemon grass), I hope the president of the gay biker club will give you a wheelie! A wet one! Up your ass!

The session began with the traumatizing of all covenant members (even the dead members of past) who found themselves baffled in front of a very weird photographer, he differed from the common camera operator, I was there, he kept telling them: “yes, good, give zome zorrow! A pasetic look, zink macabre! Yez! Look at me viz a hollow ztare! Vork viz me – you’re puppy just died!” he didn’t stop until he made Dreimus cry! What now? Shooting the next tonic commercial?

Photo Yoavchic – we don’t use colors, just black…

Another thing about the neurotic wonder, I’m so amused he’s trying to beat me at my favorite game – insults…

You’re so lame, but still you make me laugh…

If that wasn’t enough, you started doing your Marcel Marso impression, what’re you trying to do? The only other neurotic actor/director/writer (not a DM!) is woody Allen…

Hmmm…

About the bender, I laughed my ass off when I read the poem – as for the sinister green-eyed bender, I can only fend for my self and say that if there ever was a character in the party who could have found out how Galdriel escaped (and I do think it was a well played thing – the fact you weren’t there doesn’t mean the opposite) the hardheads (a question the others asked me already…) it’s you! On a more personal note, I promise you I’m not a paladin (although I have some drawbacks that spell paladin to the likes of you – XP…) but it’s not your business, suffice to say you will always find something to say about the others (no matter what) and you’d better look at the basics (things like role playing and the like…), I missed your pillow-scented face around 5:00 but a flowing game was more than an adequate compensation to the usual sonnet for fart and burp…

Since you worked so hard on a song, I have two of my own:

Go home bender – to the music of Sarit (hagiga) Hadad (*):

Yalla go home bender

Goodbye and thanks

Don’t try us in Chirper’s

We’ll kick your ass

Just wait here by the bridge

One day we will come back…

(* – Thanks to Tali, the only person I dare ask the lyrics of such things…)

I wish I was a little bit stronger – Ski-Lo

I wish I was a little bit stronger

I wish I had a scourge and a tail plus four