“It has nothing to do with her sexuality.”

That comment obviously had very little thought behind it.

you can see the Flying Elbow Cop thinking “THIS IS IT! THE MOMENT I’VE TRAINED MY WHOLE CAREER FOR! THE PEOPLES ELBOW!!!!”

(I have no idea why he’s wearing a window curtain around his neck but I guess it’s what hetero dudes do nowadays.)

Ex-gay therapy totally works. Look at this dude who went from a screaming queen to a totally hetero, married (to a woman, who’s totally not a lesbian) God warrior.

I was saying “Boo-urns”

Maybe the audience was all ghosts, and they were boo-ing in enjoyment. Boos are how ghosts laugh. If they were wailing, then that would have been a bad sign.

Maybe the audience wasn’t booing her, but repeating the ghost’s dialogue?

Sounds more like “Personal FLOPPER”

Penabler! Where have you been?

It’s remarkable, isn’t it? In general, the complexity and depth of Ali’s persona and life really bring out something special from great, clear-eyed writers — and Obama certainly fits that bill. But it’s particularly tremendous and lucky, I think, that this particular president had the charge of memorializing this…

One of my crazier moments came from playing Warhammer Fantasy with my girlfriend. It was Lizardmen (me) versus Warriors of Chaos, 5,000 points each (HUGE armies), and took at least a few hours to get our army lists and table set up and ready to play. Well...

To add some detail, the Half Orc Bard was named Thrust and he refered to himself as Thrust, Half Orc, Half Man, all Bard ;). His character would wink everytime he introduced himself to someone.

Was running pathfinder for some friends, and near the end of a mutli-session adventure the party ends up having to fight an Ancient Black Dragon, our poor half-orc bard was having a hell of a time doing anything so out of desperation uses rope trick to attempt to trip the Dragon. We figure the Save DC and discover the…

We had a group that ran 2nd edition rather regularly. We’d rotate DM duties with everyone coming up with interesting twists. One person would take us to sea for a pirate adventure with Gnoll crews (Seadogs); another would have a treasure hunt in a psionically charged desert (Mirage); and as you can see, we named it…

Had a half-orc named Raaz that I used with a pushover DM. She literally let us get away with almost anything because she would conceive of such arbitrary minimum die toss requirements that you could pull anything off.

In D&D, my friend and I had to get a magical ring that was stolen from a noble; he was a druid with terrible charisma, and I was a rogue with pretty good charisma, and trained in talking skills. We were checking out local pawn shops to see if it was there or if there was a lead.

please tell us how his character died. we must know.

You Bernie folk just want good seats for when she morphs into a dragon and turns Donald Trump into the hugest, most luxurious pile of ash and melted wig.