Let's start a cave troll club!

[Malergion]

No one wants to see boobies in the land of trolldom! However, you may leave your loincloths behind. On second thought, let's wear mandatory robes.

Flags and music and making robes, we're being kinda active for sardy trolls. I'm going to sleep for 14 hours tonight to make up for this.

Maybe that's the point...see, we work ourselves until we sard, then the non-sarding trolls won't have an excuse to bitch at us.

 

[WhiteBeastofWotan]

woot! who do those belong to?

they belong to david...

 

[Captain Beard]

Google Image Search.

 

[ScientistOfDarkness]

Maybe that's the point...see, we work ourselves until we sard, then the non-sarding trolls won't have an excuse to bitch at us.

What is this work you speak of?! *eats more doughnuts and goes to sleep*

 

[Captain Beard]

I think it involves unsarding.

 

[Malergion]

bleh, tried to post my flag, can't remember stupid codes though. I suck.

In addition to which, the lettering says M E A D. Made by a troll, worse than sweatshop labor, what did you expect?

 

[Captain Beard]

 

[Captain Beard]

 

[Captain Beard]

We need more pie!

 

[Malergion]

What kind of pie. Buttermilk pie is good...but is it suitable for troll victuals?

 

[ScientistOfDarkness]

You sure do like pics of yourself there, Davy. I want one!

 

[Captain Beard]

Yes, buttermilk. Sam: Can't send photos to a phone.

 

[ScientistOfDarkness]

Yes, buttermilk. Sam: Can't send photos to a phone.

Yes you can. mynumber@tmomail.net

Catch up on the times, Sardy

 

[Captain Beard]

*sends extreme closeup photos of his anus*

 

[Malergion]

*sends extreme closeup photos of his anus*

Just copy them from Ed's Yahoo folder.

 

[Captain Beard]

Good idea.

 

[Captain Beard]

By the drink of heimdall, I shall beard myself into oblivion!

 

[Malergion]

Hopefully it won't turn out like the fellow with the world's gnarliest fingernails.

 

[Captain Beard]

I'd have cut them before it DEFORMED MY FUCKING FINGERS.

 

[Kiss The Void]

I think it involves unsarding.

in our cave, this shall be known as "the thing we do not speak of"