Apparently not drinking alcochol is a bad thing by her standards.
He didn’t like to party… apparently drinking alcohol is a bad thing by his standards.
I begged him to stay to try and work things out, but his need for high end clothes were killing out budget…
Our uhh… Pets didnt get along well.
But at least liked my corgi sergeant cocoa.
But she tried to steal, him…
…she was also not that good in bed too, thought i was a worgen.
Like come on, im a regular human and hair would get everywhere if i was one!
My moonsaber ate his beloved Sergeant Cocoa. The relationship was irreparable after that.
I had this feeling she was hiding something for me…No, really, I just KNOW she’s hiding something.
Discovered he was a gnomish invention with their new humanoid prototype of the Zoological Approximation of Life Evaluator (Zale) OS. Was okay with that until I discovered certain um… upgrades weren’t ready yet. Sadly returned him under warranty. /sigh
she wasn’t serious about anything! always Trolling.
I woke up after a hard night of drinking and realized I married a furry. God…never messing with Tequila again!
The things he would do to a Blood Elf in a fur suit after drinking Tequila were legendary…
Then he took off the mask.
Penumbre’s acid was long gone out of our system. And we both were trying to shake off a hangover from Tequila and something about fur suits scattered all over the bedroom floor. Our night together was just as legendary as many of our other nights together.
The issue started when she handed me Mescaline pills mistaking it for Aspirin. We both are no strangers to enjoying the day filled to the brim of things we should never do in the first place. but once you get locked into a serious collection it tends to turn more into pushing the envelope as far as it can go.
When the fear kicked in we were at the bar signing 50+ divorce papers with different reasons trying to get away from each other. Not that any of it worked because we wound up in the same bedroom and same bed with a pregnancy test showing positive. Paper work scattered about, and we just sat on the bed staring at the wall. Wondering what had happened.
Too long winded. I have become accustomed to simple grunts and I like it.
Previous exes made her less articulate. Or maybe it was the void… Regardless, it was difficult to enjoy intelligent conversation over our glasses of moonberry wine.
The 10% of the time she wasn’t sloshed on moonberry wine she did nothing but complain about lacking intelligent conversation. The other 90% of the time was incoherent drunk nonsense.
Pretty much the 1:20-ish mark
I finally trapped an orc. Then I partied too hard and lost it all.
I uhh…
Was one of the people at the large party and wearing a fursuit.
She was convince in a such a drunken state that i was a tall vulpera, when it actually was a fox fursuit…
i told you many times it was a costume and the zipper was stuck!
Wait… you’re not a Vulpera?
This relationship was founded on a lie!
So you’re saying we can be parters in crime instead? Count me in!
Can I still touch your hair?
I was expecting someone who was short and didn’t break my spine. I’m not into forming a romantic relationship with a race known to have more than double the amount of body hair than me… Too many risks of getting tangled… I’m flattered you found me attractive, but the goblin or gnome who put us together is going to wind up “missing”, and I’ll somehow collect their entire wealth… I’ll cut you in on 50% if you help me with that…
Alright… You always did know how to braid it… and the feathers were a nice touch. Maybe I can touch up your warpaint. Seems it’s a little off-angle from how you usually have it…
He kept telling me my makeup made me look too pale…
What make up?
Also, he kept wearing feathers, I was allergic to him.