| Post/Author/DateTime | Post |
|---|---|
| Mock2612-21-06, 09:11 PM | Recently, a noble knight engaged in battle with an archer. The archer was the better of the two and easily defeated the knight. Let's just say that the knight had an arrowing experience. Fortunately, he wasn't a sword loser. But, I'll spear you all the bloody details. Take care and have a great day.... ciao, john. PS My sincerest of apologies to Phil Foglio and "What's New?" |
| Salla12-21-06, 09:26 PM | I'm not even gonna axe what this is about. |
| JerBar12-21-06, 09:31 PM | Good, because if you did he would most likely hammer the point home. |
| Salla12-21-06, 09:33 PM | Incredible! Astounding! A-mace-ing! |
| Mock2612-21-06, 09:42 PM | I'm not even gonna axe what this is about. Aarrrrghhh! I forgot about the axe!!! I swear by the Venus the morning star that I won't forget it next time! |
| revnk12-22-06, 02:01 AM | I tried to shield my eyes from the awful puns, but to no avail--all I could do was flail about. They made me quiver, I tried to bolt. But in the end what could I do except scythe deeply and bow to the painful reality that however sickle to my stomach the wordplay made me, no matter how sword my head felt reading this thread, I couldn't "un-read" it, the harm was already done. Sure, I could try reporting it, but only a small child will dart to mommy at the first sign of trouble. No, I might feel like I was mind-rapier-ed, but instead of just being a sap I'd rise to meet the bastard(sword)s head-on. Pick my battles, you know, join the club, so to speak? Fight like a partisan, give no quarter(staff). Trident as hard as I know how to make those who started this chain of events scream "awl" and beg for mercy. |
| darksyngr12-22-06, 02:16 AM | I may have been amiss saying I love puns to have such a thread grace my eyes. Must be all that bad kama. |
| darkhunter200712-22-06, 02:29 AM | someone can explain me what is all about? |
| AtmaWeapon12-22-06, 02:54 AM | I'm giving you all daggerlike glances. Whoever started this mess should be shotput. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to go doum to the lake for some skiprock. |