Hellz yeah. Here's yours: It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, JayZ750, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling really concerned, JayZ750 stroked a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he realized that his beloved credibility was missing! Immediately he called his favorite rape victim, BeyBey. JayZ750 had known BeyBey for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were curious ones. BeyBey was unique. She was ingenious though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. JayZ750 called her anyway, for the situation was urgent. BeyBey picked up to a very angry JayZ750. BeyBey calmly assured him that most disease-carrying chipmunks panic before mating, yet albino cats usually flamboyantly belch *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting JayZ750. Why was BeyBey trying to distract JayZ750? Because she had snuck out from JayZ750's with the credibility only seven days prior. It was a enticing little credibility... how could she resist? It didn't take long before JayZ750 got back to the subject at hand: his credibility. BeyBey panicked. Relunctantly, BeyBey invited him over, assuring him they'd find the credibility. JayZ750 grabbed his hammock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, BeyBey realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the credibility and she had to do it randomly. She figured that if JayZ750 took the amphibious vehicle, she had take at least two minutes before JayZ750 would get there. But if he took the Blingmobile? Then BeyBey would be really screwed. Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, BeyBey was interrupted by eleven annoying hood rats that were lured by her credibility. BeyBey sneezed; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling pleased, she skillfully reached for her gerbil and aptly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Blingmobile rolling up. It was JayZ750. ----o0o---- As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of ripened avocados, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, JayZ750 was out of the Blingmobile and went surreptitiously jaunting toward BeyBey's front door. Meanwhile inside, BeyBey was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the credibility into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind her hammock. BeyBey was stunned but at least the credibility was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' BeyBey charismatically purred. With a hasty push, JayZ750 opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some funny-smelling spite-toting jerk in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,' he lied. 'It's fine,' BeyBey assured him. JayZ750 took a seat ridiculously far from where BeyBey had hidden the credibility. BeyBey yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But JayZ750 was distracted. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, BeyBey noticed a selfish look on JayZ750's face. JayZ750 slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' BeyBey felt a stabbing pain in her shin when JayZ750 asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the credibility right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A stupid look started to form on JayZ750's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. JayZ750 nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before BeyBey could react, JayZ750 thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The credibility was plainly in view. JayZ750 stared at BeyBey for what what must've been eleven minutes. A few freaknasty minutes later, BeyBey groped sassily in JayZ750's direction, clearly desperate. JayZ750 grabbed the credibility and bolted for the door. It was locked. BeyBey let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, JayZ750,' she rebuked. BeyBey always had been a little funny-smelling, so JayZ750 knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before BeyBey did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at her or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his credibility tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. BeyBey looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from JayZ750. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for JayZ750. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. BeyBey walked over to the window and looked down. JayZ750 was gone. ----o0o---- Just yonder, JayZ750 was struggling to make his way through the lemur-infested moor behind BeyBey's place. JayZ750 had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral hood rats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the credibility. One by one they latched on to JayZ750. Already weakened from his injury, JayZ750 yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of hood rats running off with his credibility. But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored JayZ750's credibility. Feeling puzzled, God smote the hood rats for their injustice. Then He got in His time machine and jettisoned away with the fortitude of 61 Indonesian devil cats running from a big pack of albino cats. JayZ750 fell with joy when he saw this. His credibility was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show, So You Can Dance, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet bloody glove'). JayZ750 was overjoyed. And so, everyone except BeyBey and a few hand grenade-toting albino cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.
You know there's a reason the majority of the posters here dont bother participating in the D&D section and Im guessing most would rather not have you dragging whatever petty and ridiculous "tiff" you are having with SamFisher over to here.
Way to jump to the worst possible scenario. Puppies get sick, if it's only been a day, it's really not that big of a deal. Dogs usually get parvo from ingesting another dogs feces or in rare cases a mosquito bite. Most likely your pup is constipated or something, if he doesn't return to normal in the next couple of days you should take him in.
Hey, SF challenged me and I'm a competitive guy. Hey, Blah, you don't have to read anything. My initial post with ZERO RESPONSES would have been sufficient to satisfy my motive. If ya'll want to turn it into D&D stuff, that's on you who can't resist making a fray out of it....
How is it on someone else when you are linking a D&D thread in the first post? And lets be honest, 'you dont have to read it' is a little naive considering the thread title says to pray for a well known BBS member. Not exactly clear what someone is getting into.
