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[chopinlover01]

Things that make you shake your head, cry out in pain, laugh, etc..
To start; just now, I was eating some pico de gallo, and got a huge chunk of jalapeno and cilantro that burned my mouth (odd, considering jalapeno is usually never a problem for me). My eyes are still watering as I type this.

[senanserat]

Yesterday I woke to nature's call. While trekking the treacherous path to the bathroom illimunated to the rising sun my feet touched the cold waters contained within the drinking base of Basted's envoys.

Ignoring such defilement of the holy liquid I pressed onwards, they would be chastised later, oh they would...

As my tired eyes rested upon the portal of my destination I stretched my hand towards the handle, with faltering steps due to the water I entered the room...

Woe is me!
The floor, the floor is flooded!
I turn my gaze towards the drinking base, t'is must unusual... it is standing... then what-

'Allara'shalla!' , t'is no turned base, one of the pipes that brings or ,dare I fear, sends the waters has ruptured, not only this floor of the temple is flooding but more of the cristal cold waters are slowly sliding down the stairs.

'I must made haste!', I think to myself shaking the drowsiness away least I fail I leapt across the room and with expertise and grace I quickly cover the grounds to the chamber of the Her Grace.

With just the minimum amount of hesitation I rapt my knuckles across the gilder door once. Twice.

I am commanded to enter and explain why I am perturbing Her slumber at such unholy hours. After expelling and quick deliberations I am bid to return to the source of the flood and search for the key of the pipe in order to close it.

Cursing the destinies for embarking me in this quest I do as told and no sooner than latter I find the source of this misfortune. With dexterity I close the key of the pipe and the waters stop running.

I then mentally prepare myself for what it is to come, was the water of the coming or going pipes? Some questions are better left unanswered, I make my way to the arsenal and choose an appropriate weapon, one odd Lance with a mop of material catches my eyes, so does an ornate container.

Time slows to a crawl while I continue my monotonous endeavour of cleansing the floors of this water, at last I am done. My reward is a hot bath and shower in the Fairies's Pond, latter that day measures are taken to ensure nothing like this happens again.

A sentry is assigned to watch in shifts the entrance, for I suspect foul play. Only time will tell.

[stevensk]

-Got mail from the Tax Agency two weeks ago. Havent opened it. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.. It gives me abdominal pains

-Any suggestions?

[michael_sayers]

-Got mail from the Tax Agency two weeks ago. Havent opened it. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.. It gives me abdominal pains

-Any suggestions?

Open it.  Maybe it isn't bad news.


Mvh,
Michael

[stevensk]

Open it.  Maybe it isn't bad news.


Mvh,
Michael

-tomorrow?

[michael_sayers]

-tomorrow?

What if the letter says that a reply is [was] needed within two weeks?  I would open it and get it over and done with.


Mvh,
Michael

[j_menz]

-Got mail from the Tax Agency two weeks ago. Havent opened it. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.. It gives me abdominal pains

-Any suggestions?

Burn it. Deny everything. Emigrate.