I was challenged to a drinking contest by Ozymandias, King of Kings.
Between two vast and trunkless legs of stone. We were drinking the fermented blood of a griffin that had been stored in sandalwood.

Well, the next day my visage was absolutely shattered, the griffin's blood had given me a wrinkled lip and sneer of cold comand. I did yet survive, feeling stamped on like lifeless things and I looked upon my works and did despair.

Needless to say I had the last laugh and Bysshe bash bosh was home in time for my tea. Mum had made fish fingers.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 20 Aug 2013, 13:37, 5 replies)

V/good

( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Tue 20 Aug 2013, 13:59, closed)

Yes!

( Pig Bodine., Tue 20 Aug 2013, 14:05, closed)

hahahahahah 10/10

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 20 Aug 2013, 14:27, closed)

We can shut down the internet
Stunned Poster has won.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 21 Aug 2013, 17:25, closed)

Spot on!
Happened to me too but I was on nights that night so not much kip.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Wed 21 Aug 2013, 21:48, closed)