Meh. Roasted belf with a side of salt and a nice beverage of tears was on my menu. They just can’t help getting spanked in warmode by the true master race.
** Punts Swiftrâven into the oven **
I survive off of the salty salty tears of my enemies! roar
Oysters splashed with hot sauce, corn on the cob, and scalloped potatoes. All homemade.
Rotisserie chicken with a side of KFC famous bowl, a cookie and some MTN DEW thrown in because I wasn’t white trash enough I guess. Also I now have food stains on my T Shirt if that helps paint a mental picture.
Did I just step into an alternate dimension?
Dinner? I am usually the not the one having dinner.
That gave me a good laugh. Thank you.
The same thing I have for dinner every night.
Elf.
Sweet Italian Sausage on pasta with marinara and melty cheese!
Beer, some side of gnome kabobs and some potatoes. I mean lamb. We do not eat gnomes.
Incoming apocalypse in 3… 2… 1…
that wasn’t belf you were eating, that was mister floofums.
sorry about your cat btw.
/munches on gnome leg
Ah yes. Just in time for dinner! The most tasty belfs are the ones with the greatest self esteem and egos. These sorts of belfs can keep a family happily fed and satisfied for months!
Made me a bean and cheese burrito.
Didn’t have enough jalapenos left to add, tho. =\
Don’t know. Wife is bringing something home as far as I am aware.
Hey everyone, look at the football that thinks it’s people.
Is this one of Swiftraven’s alts? Either way. It is hilarious!
no this is an imposter
this fiend shall be tracked down and eaten in due time
Swiftrâven, son of Swiftraven