You divorce the player above you (Part 2)

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Kept talking about how she had to protect the child. Said child was a rock, and thus not wanting to deal with that level of crazy, I departed.

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Tried to rekindle our relationship by summoning a Fire Elemental in the bedroom… I’m mailing the divorce papers as soon as my hair grows back.

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She was a Jezzabelle. I prefer the nurturing types.

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I tripped over her one too many times.

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Took an arrow to the knee one too many times, I am moving on. :vulcan_salute:

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Threw out all my arrows behind my back.

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She got fleas from my cousin… busted

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I got fleas from him. Pot. And howling at moon? At 2 in the mourning? F all that noise.

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She said “time is money” to me one too many times

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He washed his back but forgot his… ahem… backside

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I got MOONfired to many times so i flew the coop :wink:

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I kept getting reminded about how I’m a gene-spliced experimental creation of intelligent deified lizards in bed.

Turns out staring at another Dracthyr while you’re trying to sleep every night was just as bad as looking in the mirror.

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Dracen… it just wasn’t meant to be!

Kittredge runs away, sobbing… his arms flailing wildly in the air.

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They would verbally describe the actions they were about to do before actually doing them all the time and while I tolerated it for a good long while, enough was enough when after the 57th time they had to describe their bathroom experience.

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Keep going on about how they were related to dragons and when sneezing set things on fire .

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I apparently have a type. I wore earplugs- one problem solved.

But they wouldn’t wear the flea collar anymore!

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While I do love me some Goblin ladies, the size difference was just too much to overcome.

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He ate all the flowers in my garden.

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She was cold hearted and it allways smell bad .

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I upset them by saying shawmun. My ears are still ringing with this high pitched yipping “shayman! shayman! shayman!” Oh well, my broken heart is somewhat assuaged by no longer tripping over the booster seat.

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