I got nothing
And that seems to be a pattern for you. Pandaren love getting “something” and we’re easy… anything would work. I think we really gave it a good try but your icy ways will never change…
She was cute and cuddly and bouncy and a really good cook. I thought we could make it work. But the shedding! Fur everywhere! Between her and my pets I couldn’t vacuum often enough to keep ahead of it.
I do miss her golden dragon noodles though.
She was very kind and all but she would shoot every animal we saw, saying “I put it out its misery, it was going to die one day anyways” and that really turned me off
When he said he was a tanking druid I assumed bear. Nope, he is a bare druid. And I misunderstood when he said tanking as he actually said is that he’s a tankard druid. So basically a big, naked drunk guy without the charm of a dwarf. I disguised an oversized divorcapult to look like an easy chair and launched him. At the moment, I’m laying low as the impact registered nearly 8 on the Richter scale and Mt. Hyjal is now being called the Big Tree Hills. /sigh
I found Pen in the tavern pretending to be a shrubbery. I married her just so I could divorcapult her into a new mountain after she broke my Hyjal artwork.
After what I thought was far more than just an experimental fling I kind of feel like you were only in this for the snuggles. The makeup, the clothes, the nights out… all of it was meant to let you know how I felt. Chosing to dance with the first Worgen that came along should have been my first sign… but I gave benefit of doubt. When you crashed your horse while out on a date with Kahdgar though, and I had to come to the ER and listen to you drunkenly calling for him, well… it was over for me right then.
She was mad at me because I was just in it for the snuggles.
Kept wanting to snuggle everyone else instead of just me.
She cheated on me with a Hozen.
He called me his snuggle Hozen. I decided tolerate that, but as soon as he started with the “I’m going to ook you in the dooker” nonsense, I had the ogres dip him in banana rum and launch him at the nearest volcano.
Listen, the things you can do with that tail… well, can’t really go in to that here (I may change my mind about leaving). And those thighs… and the eyes… and all in between… (my resolve is slipping away). STAWP! You know, as well as I, there are others. I saw a dwarf running from the back of the palace as I got home last night, and the servants denied anyone was there… again. Nope, as much as… noms… NO! this is it…
She did a panda roll off a hill and crashed into a tree. I laughed and asked why she yeeted herself. She then had the audacity to glare at me as if it was my fault and refused to talk to me until I apologized.
Well the jokes on her.
Wouldn’t let me use his tremor totem while he was away.
She refuses to trade off on tanking and healing duty. She just wants to dps all the time.
My kitty claws need sharpening every now and then!
He didn’t like when I’d hang my socks and other garments on his tusks to dry, or use them to open cans.
I was not brought upon this World to endlessly drag my partner’s soul back from the aether, love be damned! Impetuousness seems to run both in the profession and the personality though.
If Applebear had another eye, she might see why!
She had an affair with Turalyon.
i still have bruises from the rubber chicken…
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE found him and was happy as can be Fries every night was great at first then it started to wear me down. Then he started talking about how a rubber chicken beat him up so bad, even showed off his bruises to prove it. The Shame of it all I can’t even show my face so I am forced to wear a bag over my head. My partner crushed by a Fowl how can we even face our friends…
I was at a loss the man I so admire beaten by a rubber fowl… What kind of Fowl trickery is this? Took the last batch of fries he made and the CHILI. I left the divorce papers on the table with a RUBBER CHICKEN. Left a note too. When you can master the Kung Pow Chicken style we might have a chance.