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Where did i put that mind bleach again? Even the prices bride reference wont make the image go away.
whats worse my traitorous Id won’t leave the image as it is and insists on furnishing it with details. It was a beautiful autumn day, much like the one I just enjoyed today. The grandmother, then in her twenties, woke up and decided to go mushroom picking in the woods in just her nightie, she bent down to pick up a juicy morrel and
*internal censor kicks in just too late*
ARRRGGGG why does my mind hate me so? This is exactly why I stopped reading looking for group.
If your definition of “sense of humor” is “harass people for asking questions you told them they couldn’t ask” then yes, Herne has a sense of humor.
Also, anyone know the song “Mis-Conceptions” by Mercedes Lackey?
“I’ve got a Unicorns horn in the middle of my forehead and the antlers of a deer on either side. Anm my pointed ears look something like a deer’s, or something like an elks I can’t decide.
My mother never talks about that orgy, and I can’t say I blame her much although, I would love to see the guestlist of that party, and if there’s another like it let me know!”
all of this talk of ending sentences with prepositions reminds me of a joke I heard once, it goes something like this: A young man from t’other side of the Mason-Dickson line has been accepted to Harvard School of Law. He arrives and immediately decides to head to the library. He stops a distinguished gentleman who is clearly a professor of one discipline or another and says to him
“Excuse me sir, but could y’all tell me where the library is at?”
the distinguished gentleman offers the curt reply “Young man, at this institute of higher learning we do not end our sentences with prepositions.”
To which the young man replies “My apologies, sir, but could y’all tell me where the library is at, asshole?”
Digger…If you ask someone if you can ask them a personal question and they say “No,” leave it! It’s rare for someone to say you can’t ask a question when you’re asking a question already.
“Okay, then I’ll ask an impersonal question. What’s your deal with the deer-head, human-shape situation?” Is what even Digger has enough tact to avoid saying. (Thank you for bringing that idea to my mind, Iduke).
I like Herne. He has a twisted, twisted sense of humor, and I wouldn’t put it past him to say that he was the son of Zeus himself, followed by an comment best not uttered in polite company (depending on how well-known Greek mythology is to him, or if Greek mythology even exists in their world).
I have a friend like that BR, an atrist in fact. I offten got slapped around for 10 words or less that pulled the chockblocks out from under the imagination cart and set it free to roam as far down the hill, gully, canyon, or ocasional oceanic treanchfalt as it was inclined to go. Ocasionaly we’d get pictures out of it too, because she couldn’t get it out of her head unless it was on paper.
This is the same person I once had to tell in complete honestly ‘it’s not just you, the ceiling realy is melting’ to give them peace of mind. (And it was too. Condemed department store, had gotten a leak in the roof and all the ceiling tiles where falling apart but still held up by the gridwork. You could see it from outside what with all the big streetfront windows)
I want a t-shirt with Digger’s expression from the 3rd panel.
…While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice in it.
I LOVE Herne. That is all.
Good Princess Bride reference, Asterie. XD
Ah, Herne has a sense of humour. This will work out.
I am desperately trying not to burst out laughing at work, that’s truly an epic battle!
I love how Digger’s struck completely speechless, and only Murai can find anything to say.
nother head slap
The look on Digger’s face in the second to last panel is priceless.
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Where did i put that mind bleach again? Even the prices bride reference wont make the image go away.
whats worse my traitorous Id won’t leave the image as it is and insists on furnishing it with details. It was a beautiful autumn day, much like the one I just enjoyed today. The grandmother, then in her twenties, woke up and decided to go mushroom picking in the woods in just her nightie, she bent down to pick up a juicy morrel and
*internal censor kicks in just too late*
ARRRGGGG why does my mind hate me so? This is exactly why I stopped reading looking for group.
😆
It’s hilarious to watch Digger’s face going from somewhat curious to struck dumb and then to what might be her eleventy billionth facepalm yet.
If your definition of “sense of humor” is “harass people for asking questions you told them they couldn’t ask” then yes, Herne has a sense of humor.
Also, anyone know the song “Mis-Conceptions” by Mercedes Lackey?
“I’ve got a Unicorns horn in the middle of my forehead and the antlers of a deer on either side. Anm my pointed ears look something like a deer’s, or something like an elks I can’t decide.
My mother never talks about that orgy, and I can’t say I blame her much although, I would love to see the guestlist of that party, and if there’s another like it let me know!”
Murai’s response is the funniest part hands down.
Another bust a gut moment. I honestly couldn’t stop laughing. Digger’s expression in panel 3 is solid gold!
Yay, Tarnish! heh heh heh…
and BR, your mind is as, um, creative, as some of my favorite people… <3
XD Poor confused murai and her lack of humour.
all of this talk of ending sentences with prepositions reminds me of a joke I heard once, it goes something like this: A young man from t’other side of the Mason-Dickson line has been accepted to Harvard School of Law. He arrives and immediately decides to head to the library. He stops a distinguished gentleman who is clearly a professor of one discipline or another and says to him
“Excuse me sir, but could y’all tell me where the library is at?”
the distinguished gentleman offers the curt reply “Young man, at this institute of higher learning we do not end our sentences with prepositions.”
To which the young man replies “My apologies, sir, but could y’all tell me where the library is at, asshole?”
Digger…If you ask someone if you can ask them a personal question and they say “No,” leave it! It’s rare for someone to say you can’t ask a question when you’re asking a question already.
“Okay, then I’ll ask an impersonal question. What’s your deal with the deer-head, human-shape situation?” Is what even Digger has enough tact to avoid saying. (Thank you for bringing that idea to my mind, Iduke).
I like Herne. He has a twisted, twisted sense of humor, and I wouldn’t put it past him to say that he was the son of Zeus himself, followed by an comment best not uttered in polite company (depending on how well-known Greek mythology is to him, or if Greek mythology even exists in their world).
I have a friend like that BR, an atrist in fact. I offten got slapped around for 10 words or less that pulled the chockblocks out from under the imagination cart and set it free to roam as far down the hill, gully, canyon, or ocasional oceanic treanchfalt as it was inclined to go. Ocasionaly we’d get pictures out of it too, because she couldn’t get it out of her head unless it was on paper.
This is the same person I once had to tell in complete honestly ‘it’s not just you, the ceiling realy is melting’ to give them peace of mind. (And it was too. Condemed department store, had gotten a leak in the roof and all the ceiling tiles where falling apart but still held up by the gridwork. You could see it from outside what with all the big streetfront windows)