“I think we all play Monopoly. Sounds like fun. But excuse me I will have to take your form for the time playing”
A seal, made of 4 squares rotating around a glowing ball in the center, appeared around Blu’s head and immediately the glowing ball transformed into a transparent copy of the little minion.
The other ghouls ran fast to the table and waited, like good little children for food, for the start of the game.
“Better not letting them wait, right?”
Blu stood in awe at the apparition,his attention focused on a small dent in the apparition’s mask, he began to rub the same dent on his mask as if looking in the mirror. “When did this happen?” He asked himself, shrugging he pulled out monopoly from the pile of board games and placed it on the table. as he began setting up the game, he asked the ghouls, “so which game piece do you guys wanna be?”
Gangplank meets Swain in a bar, and talk turns to their adventures on the sea. Gangplank notes Swain has a peg-leg, a hook, and an eye patch.
Gangplank asks, “So, how did you end up with the peg-leg?” Swain replies, “We were in a storm at sea, and I was swept overboard into a school of sharks. Just as my men were pulling me out, a shark bit my leg off.”
“Wow!” said Gangplank. “What about your hook”? “Well”, replied Swain, “We were boarding an enemy ship and were battling the other sailors with swords. One of the enemy cut my hand off.”
“Incredible!” remarked Gangplank. “How did you get the eye patch”? “A seagull dropping fell into my eye,” replied Swain.
“You lost your eye to a seagull dropping?,” Gangplank asked incredulously. “Well,” said Swain, “it was my first day with my hook”
((Day 27- A Picture of your Favorite Minion.))
((Because saplings aren’t minions.. TT__TT ))
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This Draven fellow will be here soon. I worry.
THIS IS PURE GOLD
Day 27- A Picture of your Favorite Minion.
Specifically the Blue Melee Minion on tumblr. Credit for the image to askbmm.
0% Walking to my toilet, brb.
30% You’re kinda cute, I guess.
50% Small crush, nbd.
65% Ok more of a crush, nbd ; I still need to get to know you.
80% I really want to talk to you…
95% Me, you, bed.
100% Will you be mine?
so he can have permanent bushes to hide
“He’s kind of like that scary crazy old man who lives down the street… no?”
Creepy Garen hiding in a large tuft of super tall grass next to his mailbox. “I see those damm kids… playing their ball in the street.” A ball suddenly gets knocked into his yard. “THEY’RE BUSH CHECKING ME! JUST LIKE IN THE LEAGUE MEEEEHHHHHHH” He bursts from the grass screaming “DEMACIIIAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH.”
ahahahaha oh myy god what is air!! )))
yet everyone wonders why me and my siblings almost never go into the bushes >:T
Tryndamere decides to take off early from the Fields and go drinking. He stays until the bar closes at three in the morning, at which time he is extremely drunk. After leaving the bar, he returns home on foot.
When he enters his house, he doesn’t want to wake Ashe, so he takes off his shoes and starts tip-toeing up the stairs. Half-way up the stairs though, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his back. That wouldn’t have been so bad, except that he had couple of empty pint bottles in his back pockets, and they broke; the broken glass carved up his back terribly. Yet, he was so drunk that he didn’t know he was hurt.
A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood, so he checked himself out in the mirror, and, sure enough, his behind was cut up terribly. He then repaired the damage as best he could under the circumstances, and he went to bed.
The next morning, his head was hurting, his back was hurting, and he was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story, when Ashe came into the bedroom.
“Well, you really tied one on last night,” she said. “Where’d you go?”
“I worked late,” he said, “and I stopped off for a couple of beers.”
“A couple of beers? That’s a laugh,” she replied. “You got plastered last night. Where did you go?”
“What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?”
“Well,” she replied, “my first big clue was when I got up this morning and found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the mirror.”
This is a serious problem and must be remedied immediately >:/
“He won’t die anyways… so I would prefer if we play table top until the sun is down… then we can go outside…”
Death pondered for a moment before his gaze went back to his siblings who did everything but behave correctly… The ball glowed a little bit brighter and it started to deform. Instead of the flying orb suddenly a transparent man stood next to Blu. A long skirt, without shirt, shoulder long and a skull as mask with red glowing eyes.
“Brothers and Sister, be aware of your manners!” The voice was a different to the usual voice. It was deeper even tough it wasn’t as deep as Yorick’s and the force behind it let the room tremble.
Instantly the ghouls stood straight next to their big brother with innocent face and no complaining… or looking for food. However, the man deformed again and was replaced by the ball again.
“So, Blu, now tell me. What games do you have in mind?”
Blu places the pile of board games on the open table set up in the center of the room. “well,” he started, looking at the games with uncertainty, “you are my guests, so you get to chose which we can play. I have Guess Who, Twitch Trap, Poppy’s Candy Land, Sorry, and LoL Monopoly.” Blu held down to the table as the house shook from Death’s words, recovering, blu gave a polite smile “I also have a deck of cards or two so we could play poker, or blackjack, or any card game you know of. Just no tricks like mister twisted fate, eh?” Blu gave a small laugh
ALL MY UNDERDOOOOGS, WE WILL NEVER BE, NEVER BE
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hiya Mister Life steal master :3 could you do me a big favor and stop stacking the bloodthirsters? T_T
SPREAD THE DAMN WORD
THAT WAS COOL
It did nothing that Alt+ reblog didn’t do. /yawn
*in Mordekaiser’s deep voice* You only need to press alt once … fool
One night, Drunk Brand comes stumbling into a bar and says to the bartender: “Drinks for all on me including you, bartender.” So the bartender follows the mans orders and says: “That will be $36.50 please.” The drunk says he has no money so the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.
The next night Drunk Brand comes in again and orders a drink for everyone in the bar including the bartender. Again the bartender follows instructions and again the drunk says he has no money. So the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.
On the third night he comes in, he orders drinks for all except the bartender. “What, no drink for me?” replies the bartender. “Oh, no. You get violent when you drink.”
“O’ course! Me wife!”
Gragas breaks out into a wheezing laugh.
she was never seen again :c