>Some days you just want a leather mask, some chicken scissors, and nylon cord.
>Every 4th that Bridget remains asleep is a good 4th. You haven't seen fireworks until you've met a dragon
>And as the fold gathered to listen to the Messiah speak on the mount, he realized at that moment he was bigger than John Lennon.
>Mermaid sashimi...*sigh* It shouldn't be this delicious.
>Apparantly the Burnham Society is only 38% hetero. What is it about a pair of male retro-adventurers fighting the supernatural that feels gay?
>The Everleigh Slipper. The greatest artifact I'll never be able to admit to finding.
>Ned didn't like the research proposal. I wanted to do an impact study of bullets upon the soft parts of ogres. My hypothesis was great.
>The Devil thought I was crazy for selling my soul for a hot dog combo. Upon ordering the duck fries, however, he agreed it was worth it.
>We both came into it for the wrong reasons. I wanted a sexy vampire girlfriend, she needed a fix who would take her to the movies.
>I'm getting reviewed. Pros: slew my first dragon. Cons: endangered. I'm sorry, but if you can eat me, I am not the one endangering you.
>Clap and bring a fairy to life. Clap again and smash it. Repeat as desired.
>You know you're jaded when you realize you're only dealing with a serial murderer with a paperback necronomicon and some mommy issues.
>I am getting -really- sick of psychics. It does make my job easier, however. If they don't have a seizure at the sight of me, they're fake.
>The pickpocket's ghost ran rampant. The objects were still where they'd belonged, he'd just stolen their value.
>Girlfriend tried to get back together last night. Said she's incomplete without me. Curse my rare blood type.
>Hold a thought. Give it to the person to your left. See how it feels. If it's gooshy, that's not a thought. Kill the zombie to your right.
>Rule: Grimoires are not to be scanned into the computer. The information tends to...wander off.
>I learned today that Basilisks are stored in mirrored cages. Who knew? Oleg didn't. But now we have new office art. Silver lining and all...
>You read Gaiman and Chesterton, and you believe that what lies beneath cities is a wonderland of danger and adventure. Not dragon poo.
>I introduced a Gamer to a real Mage today. I don't think they understood each other. The Gamer said he was level 80. The Mage ate his soul.
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