Wayfarer's Tavern

Oh damn it, you're an Anna Karenina fan, I knew it.

 

Would you think any less of me if I said I have honestly never read it?

 

Even if the whole world would think less of you.....don't waste your time.

 

That's made me feel all warm and fussy. :3

 

Bromance in the air?

 

The term is Guy Love. (Yes, that's a Scrubs reference).

 

But in a totally manly way, right?

 

There's nothing gay about it in our eyes.

 

Well that's.... ridiculously sweet and wonderful. /slinks my cynical ass off to a corner to lick my wounds

Nah, I've never liked Valentine's Day regardless of my relationship status at the time. It just feels too obligatory to me, always has.

 

That's not fun, but it isn't avoidable, either, unless you choose to "rescue" every poor sap who becomes infatuated with you. The best you can hope for is to be gentle, until you encounter a guy who just can't take no for an answer.

Then you gotta whack him with a nuclear clue by four.

 

Gay Jewish Unicorn Wedding FTW!! Such shayna punims on these two tatalas! Mazel tov!

 

I'm not an animal activist by any stretch (I eat around 20 lbs of meat a week) but for some reason my heart goes out to that horse. I feel like he is being humiliated uneccessarily, having to wear that horn. They're dignified creatures.

 

Weirdly, two guys tried to sell me a horse today. I was walking past it's field and stopped to admire it when this guy approached me, and in an Irish accent said 'You wanna buy that, fella? £20, here and now and it's yours'. I had no idea what was going on at first.

 

I take it you said no. You're gonna regret it, one day, dude.

 

I so am. When I'm walking into battle, without a trusty steed, then I'll know I made a terrible mistake.

 

All this NPR, spelt bread, horsey mushiness puts me in mind of the gay unicorn in Spellsinger, by way of ignoring the horsey mushiness. I've only recently found myself bookless. Perhaps a little Alan Dean Foster fantasy will make for a nice sorbet.

 

You've forgotten thy sword! Thy holy sword that was forged in the fire of Mu'Kroi that slay-eths even the hellish demon of an unnatural origin! YE SHALL REGRET NOT BRINGING IT! ON THE 5th DAY OF THE FIFTH FULL MOON!!!

*hobbles away*

 

You're starting to write like The Wolf, Wrey.

 

Any fan of Alan Dean Foster would have followed that sentence with a smile.

 

Too bad you had to say, "Nay."

 

Pretty well, I expect.

 

Nay, belay that! Give me that hay!

...I'm going to go away now. *leaves shamefully*

 

I'd like to think so.

I'm so used to seeing references to wolfs on this forum and it being me - at first I thought this was about me.

 

You're smart, I'm sure you figured it out

 

This is exactly what I needed to brighten up my day. Thank you so very much.