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I will now go into a sugar coma.


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nakia said:
Bojangles is my nemesis.

He probably doesn't like you much either.

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der_kluge said:
Dagnabit! There's a bunch in the southern part of Virginia, and some near the coast, but none near Richmond. The closest is probably Lynchburg, which is more than an hour west.

Tell you what. We can make a point to go meet up there one Saturday or Sunday just to harden our arteries. Sound like a plan?
 

Every once in a while a very special event comes along that reminds me how much I hate you people who can still eat vast amounts of sugar. ;)

And Curtis, you of all people should keep your carnal desires for a Boberry Biscuit under control after your diabetic wife carried two of your children in her body! :p
 


Cthulhu's Librarian said:
You can come along, and just have the grease portion of the meal. :)

Oh, well all is forgiven then. ;)

It is a damn good thing that I've never had too much of a sweet tooth. My only real craving these days is Krispy Kremes. Once in a great while I dose up on a ton of insulin and have a few but I try not to make it a habit.
 

Rel said:
Oh, well all is forgiven then. ;)

It is a damn good thing that I've never had too much of a sweet tooth. My only real craving these days is Krispy Kremes. Once in a great while I dose up on a ton of insulin and have a few but I try not to make it a habit.


I now have this mental picture of Rel sitting down at the Krispy Kreme with a box of hot from the line glazed doughnuts. He calmly takes out a syringe and a vial of insulin and puts them on the table next to his doughnuts and milk. Rolling up his sleeve, he injects himself. Then he takes a deep breath and chows down on the doughnuts with a contented grin.
 

nakia said:
I now have this mental picture of Rel sitting down at the Krispy Kreme with a box of hot from the line glazed doughnuts. He calmly takes out a syringe and a vial of insulin and puts them on the table next to his doughnuts and milk. Rolling up his sleeve, he injects himself. Then he takes a deep breath and chows down on the doughnuts with a contented grin.

You're very close. But insulin isn't taken intervenously like heroin. You just inject it subcutaneously. I take most of my shots in the belly.
 

Sounds like a cool restaurant and a cooler name. What came first the restaurant or the song?

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe
 

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