Or is stuff like this the norm? We've compiled a list of quotes that have been said during our meetings and I just wanted to know if your groups have the same problem mine does. Lol. I hope none of it is inappropiate.
Curtice: Well, I've got a couple of throwing daggers and some darts I'm not proficient with.
Ben 2: Mine doesn't taste like apples at all...why do they call it apple Jacks?
Joseph: Probably some guy named Jack who lost his apples.
Jake: Wouldn't it be Jack's Apples then?
Ben 2: No. That sounds dirty.
Joseph: It's a bastard sword.
Jake: An illegal sword?
Seth: You mean illegitimate?
Jake: Shut up!
Ben 1: There's popping noises in my ear, make it stop Joseph.
Joseph: Ooookay. Die.
David: Is someone making chili, or is that just *ss. I really can't tell.
Seth: The great hall is...well...great.
Ben1: Joseph, has anyone told you how much you look like Julia Roberts?
Everyone: (Stunned silence)
Ben 2: During the first watch, nothing happens, during the second watch nothing happens. During the thrid watch, Joseph masturbates again.
Joseph: Does it feel like wine?
Ben 2: Through the greeny greenery.
Jake: Okay, if you keep being British, these are going in your eyes.
Joseph: Got any lightables on fire?
Mike: Roll a d20 to see how much pleasure you're given.
Ben 2: Turn the candles off.
Ben 2: You know what's scary? Cambodian bread...
Jake: French women, the wookies of earth.
Joseph: What!?! That's the crappiest piece of crap I've ever crapped!
Ben 2: Well...my left leg is gay.
Everyone: Silence.
Joseph: Ewww...That's horrible homosexual incest.
Ben2: That's alliteration.
Joseph: Fudge nuts and poophole.
Curtise: Yeah, let's IF our way back to breakfast.
Ben1: Shorts and pants you idiot.
Joseph: Or shpants.
Ben2: Into what Ben likes to call the backdoor.
Joseph: What can I say? I like it rough.
Joseph: There's an old floor on the carpet.
Ben1: Quit Yoinking on my pencil.
Ben2: Ewww...Orc Brothels.
David: It still smells like *ss down here...or maybe that's potato chips.
Jake: Mmmmm...*ss flavored potato chips.
Evan: Barhop?
Ben2: Sparhawk! Spar as in to fight for the purpose of training and Hawk as in the flappy-flappy that goes "Squee!" and bites and dives.
Ben1: Learn to shop!
Ben2: Ben, that's about your estrogen level for tonight.
Mike: If it was a ghetto fan, it wouldn't work at all.
Ben2: Except in the winter.
Mike. Every once in a while you have to spin it by hand.
Ben2: Fan's winding down again.
David. I love exploding birds.
Jake: Asher's broken, put a quarter in.
David: That's how whores work.
Ben2: I should befriend an air elemental. I could call him fluffy...or maybe Rocky.
Ben1: "I coulda been a contenda."
Ben2: (singing) It's raining God! Allelulia!
Ben2: Unfortunately, a god's menstrual cycle is eons long.
David: That's why it's raining God.
Ben2: Ha-ha! Panda bears are dying!
David: Puns are good.
Curtice: Toyotas are good.
Curtice: Well, I've got a couple of throwing daggers and some darts I'm not proficient with.
Ben 2: Mine doesn't taste like apples at all...why do they call it apple Jacks?
Joseph: Probably some guy named Jack who lost his apples.
Jake: Wouldn't it be Jack's Apples then?
Ben 2: No. That sounds dirty.
Joseph: It's a bastard sword.
Jake: An illegal sword?
Seth: You mean illegitimate?
Jake: Shut up!
Ben 1: There's popping noises in my ear, make it stop Joseph.
Joseph: Ooookay. Die.
David: Is someone making chili, or is that just *ss. I really can't tell.
Seth: The great hall is...well...great.
Ben1: Joseph, has anyone told you how much you look like Julia Roberts?
Everyone: (Stunned silence)
Ben 2: During the first watch, nothing happens, during the second watch nothing happens. During the thrid watch, Joseph masturbates again.
Joseph: Does it feel like wine?
Ben 2: Through the greeny greenery.
Jake: Okay, if you keep being British, these are going in your eyes.
Joseph: Got any lightables on fire?
Mike: Roll a d20 to see how much pleasure you're given.
Ben 2: Turn the candles off.
Ben 2: You know what's scary? Cambodian bread...
Jake: French women, the wookies of earth.
Joseph: What!?! That's the crappiest piece of crap I've ever crapped!
Ben 2: Well...my left leg is gay.
Everyone: Silence.
Joseph: Ewww...That's horrible homosexual incest.
Ben2: That's alliteration.
Joseph: Fudge nuts and poophole.
Curtise: Yeah, let's IF our way back to breakfast.
Ben1: Shorts and pants you idiot.
Joseph: Or shpants.
Ben2: Into what Ben likes to call the backdoor.
Joseph: What can I say? I like it rough.
Joseph: There's an old floor on the carpet.
Ben1: Quit Yoinking on my pencil.
Ben2: Ewww...Orc Brothels.
David: It still smells like *ss down here...or maybe that's potato chips.
Jake: Mmmmm...*ss flavored potato chips.
Evan: Barhop?
Ben2: Sparhawk! Spar as in to fight for the purpose of training and Hawk as in the flappy-flappy that goes "Squee!" and bites and dives.
Ben1: Learn to shop!
Ben2: Ben, that's about your estrogen level for tonight.
Mike: If it was a ghetto fan, it wouldn't work at all.
Ben2: Except in the winter.
Mike. Every once in a while you have to spin it by hand.
Ben2: Fan's winding down again.
David. I love exploding birds.
Jake: Asher's broken, put a quarter in.
David: That's how whores work.
Ben2: I should befriend an air elemental. I could call him fluffy...or maybe Rocky.
Ben1: "I coulda been a contenda."
Ben2: (singing) It's raining God! Allelulia!
Ben2: Unfortunately, a god's menstrual cycle is eons long.
David: That's why it's raining God.
Ben2: Ha-ha! Panda bears are dying!
David: Puns are good.
Curtice: Toyotas are good.