Never Gonna Give You Up
I guess we can't win all the time.
Pymm: Californian, lighting director, RACIST.
Personal question!
PSA by me, about me:
The public reacts:
And the inevitable conclusion:
.hturt sdrawkcaB
But in Qeynos, we have universal healthcare...
Innocence is a stretch for Kesa at the best of times.
You are what you eat.
Canadian blessings smell like maple.
Advil, plz.
A long way for a bad pun.
Freudian typo.
JEROME!
Should it be comforting to me that someone in our guild is old enough to remember the content of an article from the November 1976 issue of Playboy?
One evening, the spammers had once again circumvented the filter, this time with a bizarre message about how peeing your pants makes friends.
Bestevus now has a fallback career lined up.
(She greases her irrigation hose with it. Seriously.)
The questionable hobbies of Vespertine the ratonga: sometimes they involve furniture...
(As do mine.)
...and other times, INNOCENT CHILDREN.
Pymm tries, and fails, to catch a glimpse of a barbarian's tattoo.
Racecar?
Mmm, pasta.
Shifty's lofty ambition.
Shifty's in the kitchen, barefoot and masterless.
Now if only I could make this happen in real life with money. Or chocolate.
Firemen, sailors...Pymm's pretty much working through the Village People here.
Wayward lightning is good for the pores.
The joys of exploration.
As long as I get my furniture, I don't care how it's made.
Alas, amphibian girl.
Not to be confused with the skunkeye.
Puns are forever.
And showing their age.
