Wicht
Hero
Two elves walk into a bar. The halfling was short enough he didn't even have to duck.
Did you hear about the thief who took as his motto, "A dwarf and his gold are soon parted." His friends called him Stumpy.
Dwarfish is a fascinating language, 63 different words for "dirt," 37 words for "steel," 125 words for "gold." Unfortunately, dwarven scholars are still trying to figure out the word for "bath."
A dwarf walks into a bar. It had been set rather low.
What's eighteen inches in diameter and covered with pepperoni, cheese, and tomato sauce? A halfling after lunch.
You know what you call a halfling that doesn't like food? A work of fiction.
Which reminds me, what do you get when a werewolf bites a halfling? A really angry lap-dog.
Halflings really love their nicknames. They give them to one another all the time. They scarcely use proper names, but their nicknames do have a certain culinary inclination. Take for instance the two halfling brothers that took to crime. The first one had an unfortunate tendency to get stuck in windows, chimneys and really small doors. His friends naturally called him Jam. And then there was his brother. He made a career of robbing dragons. His friends called him Toast.
Say, what do you call ten goblins buried up to their necks in sand? Not enough sand.
A dwarf, an elf and a halfling are walking through the jungle when they espy an elephant. "Lo," marveled the dwarf, "What a mighty steed to ride into battle." The elf too was filled with amazement, "Verily," quoth he, "I am inspired to write an ode to yonder majestic beast!" The halfling shouted, "Lunch!"
So, how many elves does it take to do the dishes? Twelve. One to wash, one to dry and ten to compose a ballad about the endeavor.
Did you hear about the thief who took as his motto, "A dwarf and his gold are soon parted." His friends called him Stumpy.
Dwarfish is a fascinating language, 63 different words for "dirt," 37 words for "steel," 125 words for "gold." Unfortunately, dwarven scholars are still trying to figure out the word for "bath."
A dwarf walks into a bar. It had been set rather low.
What's eighteen inches in diameter and covered with pepperoni, cheese, and tomato sauce? A halfling after lunch.
You know what you call a halfling that doesn't like food? A work of fiction.
Which reminds me, what do you get when a werewolf bites a halfling? A really angry lap-dog.
Halflings really love their nicknames. They give them to one another all the time. They scarcely use proper names, but their nicknames do have a certain culinary inclination. Take for instance the two halfling brothers that took to crime. The first one had an unfortunate tendency to get stuck in windows, chimneys and really small doors. His friends naturally called him Jam. And then there was his brother. He made a career of robbing dragons. His friends called him Toast.
Say, what do you call ten goblins buried up to their necks in sand? Not enough sand.
A dwarf, an elf and a halfling are walking through the jungle when they espy an elephant. "Lo," marveled the dwarf, "What a mighty steed to ride into battle." The elf too was filled with amazement, "Verily," quoth he, "I am inspired to write an ode to yonder majestic beast!" The halfling shouted, "Lunch!"
So, how many elves does it take to do the dishes? Twelve. One to wash, one to dry and ten to compose a ballad about the endeavor.
