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| Keenath04-11-05, 10:49 AM | Two illithids are drinking brain juice. One of them looks at the other and asks, "Does this taste funny to you?" The other looks back and says, "No, I like cereberal humour." :rimshot: (Note: This joke works better if you know that humour is an old word for bodily fluids. Cereberal humor is the fluid around your brain.) |
| Santrilla04-11-05, 11:04 AM | Hohoho! *Chortle, chortle*. |
| Keenath04-12-05, 02:23 PM | ... Are you being sarcastic? :ahem: |
| Nuntius12804-12-05, 03:30 PM | I thought it was funny. Two goblins walk into a barghest... |
| Keenath04-12-05, 04:20 PM | Two goblins walk into a barghest... ...but the third one ducked. |
| Centauri04-12-05, 06:17 PM | The king summons to the throne room his in-house party of brave troubleshooters: Nerralon, a human wizard; Cryssalyn, an elven cleric; and Sir Stoutfoot, a halfling fighter. "Friends," he says, "I've received word that there is trouble brewing on our borders. You must travel with all haste to the southernmost tip of out lands and root out the evil there. To help you on your way, I have provided steeds for each of you. For Nerralon, a flying carpet. For Cryssalyn, my swiftest horse. And for brave Sir Stoutfoot, the fastest and strongest of my racing dogs! The steeds are brought out and the wizard and cleric admire their gifts. Sir Stoutfoot's riding dog, however, has seen better days. It's ragged and mangy and limping. It appears to be blind in one eye as well. Sir Stoutfoot is honorable, though, and says nothing as he begins to saddle up. "Wait!" shouts the king. "I must apologize, Sir Stoutfoot. There must have been some mistake... I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this!" (Highlight for the punchline. I'll be over there. Hiding.) |
| kam_Islash04-12-05, 07:33 PM | What do you get when a vicious, furry humanoid smokes weed? A grassy gnoll. There was a lich who was fond of plants. He had several Fica-la-trees .(phylacatry joke) Hydra and Chimera were getting ready to raid a village by the sea. At length, Chimera said to Hydra: "Lets get kraken!" (crackin, get it?) /// |
| Phrennzy04-12-05, 07:42 PM | The king summons to the throne room his in-house party of brave troubleshooters: Nerralon, a human wizard; Cryssalyn, an elven cleric; and Sir Stoutfoot, a halfling fighter. "Friends," he says, "I've received word that there is trouble brewing on our borders. You must travel with all haste to the southernmost tip of out lands and root out the evil there. To help you on your way, I have provided steeds for each of you. For Nerralon, a flying carpet. For Cryssalyn, my swiftest horse. And for brave Sir Stoutfoot, the fastest and strongest of my racing dogs! The steeds are brought out and the wizard and cleric admire their gifts. Sir Stoutfoot's riding dog, however, has seen better days. It's ragged and mangy and limping. It appears to be blind in one eye as well. Sir Stoutfoot is honorable, though, and says nothing as he begins to saddle up. "Wait!" shouts the king. "I must apologize, Sir Stoutfoot. There must have been some mistake... I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this!" (Highlight for the punchline. I'll be over there. Hiding.) Hey! THat was funny! |
| kam_Islash04-12-05, 07:50 PM | forgot some... A \n adventurer passed by an art shop and saw a man drawing a big, hideous eyeball. Suprised, the adventurer asks "Why would you draw something so ugly?" the artist replied "I find beauty in the eye of the beholder." --- Why are there so many half orcs? Would YOU sleep with a female orc? Neither would the male orcs. --- What did the cleric do when he discovered a doorknob was really a strange undead being? He turned it. -- An adventurer cam eupoin an ettin sitting along the road, both his heads were very sad. "Why you so sad?" he asked, curious. The right head said "I'm left handed, he's right handed." (Each of an ettin's two heads controls one arm.) /// |