[Tabarnac's Scrapbook] Strangers with candy.

by **Tabarnac** on November 23rd, 2011, 1:39 am

Damn, now you know where I got my kickass witch, too. I'm going to have to have Hadrian build a wall and a mausoleum before Jen realizes what I'm doing and spanks me with the Rod of Authority that Areesa Tallshade magecrafted for her.

by **Tabarnac** on November 24th, 2011, 4:17 pm

In honor of my dear, departed grandma, today I will cut a white man and talk trash about Andrew Jackson. My feelings could best be described by a play involving the children of that most American of families:

So screw you, honky-ass crackers! I'm reclaiming the American Southeast for the Cherokee Nation, even if my blood is one generation too diluted to join the tribe officially.

Oh, and I'm thankful and stuff. Time to cook chicken Parmesan.

by **Gossamer** on November 24th, 2011, 6:16 pm

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by **Tabarnac** on November 24th, 2011, 10:49 pm

by **Serrif Von Chatlyn** on December 1st, 2011, 12:27 am

why do I find the best things out last? that was wonderful!

by **Kendall Saarinen** on December 5th, 2011, 2:39 am

These are Hadrian's pants. I said nothing... *scampers off*

by **Tabarnac** on December 5th, 2011, 6:21 am

Kendall, you ignorant slut! <3

by **Caelum** on December 6th, 2011, 9:39 pm

I repeat: this is not a drill. This is the Apocalypse. Please exit the hospital in an orderly fashion.

- Dogma.

by **Tabarnac** on December 7th, 2011, 7:29 am

Consequences schmonsequences.

-Denval
-I mean, Dogma

by **Caelum** on December 7th, 2011, 1:32 pm

Gun Salesman: We call this piece the Fecalator. One look at it and the target shits him or herself. Try it on.
Loki: Well, it's a lot more compact than the flaming sword, but it's not nearly as impressive. Just doesn't have that wrath-of-the-almighty edge to it. I mean, come on, how am I supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked with this thing? Look at this...
Bartleby: Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Just lay the place to waste, like.
Loki: Easy for you to say. You get off light in razing. You got to stand there and read at Sodom and Gomorrah, I had to do all the work.
Bartleby: What work did you do? You lit a few fires.
Loki: I rained down sulfur, man, there's a subtle difference.
Bartleby: Oh, yeah, I'm sure.
Loki: [defensively] Hey, you know, fuck you, man; any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulfur is like an endurance trial, man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, outside of soccer.

- Dogma.