Thanks! (I honestly can't wait for Greenie's reaction. 😆)

Allas I said while covering my head, I shall now go to my grave in sorrow. For when I wake up in the morning, I shall have no bacon tomorrow! The tears ran down my face and then fell, down out the window like miniature spells. They struck the ground with hardly a sound, and behold all seemed lost. But then with a shout I saw him appear, flying through the air with a mighty golden spear: the hunter, the game man, the terror of all beast. With a mighty arm he slew all those pigs, and brought me my bacon on a large silver dish. Oh never again shall I morn this loss, except for the fact that my gun... um... eh... well... hey, I'm not used to writing poetry O_o...

O_O Nice Greenie!

Greenie: ## XD That was much better than mine!

Thanks people 😂.... XD

Amazing!

My one problem. Alas only has one L.

Oops... O_O...

😆

G-man: Yeah, I noticed that immediately. 😆

wow there's been a lot of stuff here, that one pilot crashes like launchpad!

FB: I don't know why, but whenever I see your name, "Flambe" goes through my head. 😆

Now I will never unthink that.

G-man: 😆

"This forum has been hopping like hyperactive rabbits today!"

I ate three Pixy Stix : D

Oh, poetry! I used to be a poet back in the days when the world was structurally sound, but now, with Mr. Potato becoming gender-neutral, and Uncle Ben's happy face no more, the words do not flow from my fingers, and my notebook is dismally empty.

Alas! I shall give it my best shot, but D_R could do much better. I shant let that prevent me from it, though!

The blades were a-whirring, a-turning, a-whipping, and no possibility of this bird a-tipping, for she was a heli, all strong and a-hovering, but the pilot was frightened, and was all but blubbering. I raised up my gun, but realized with cry, that no hogs beneath me would ever soon die. For no bullets were loaded into that dark chamber - I'd forgotten my mags! So I unleashed my anger. The ground was below me, and I was a bit tipsy, hallucinating madly about a great big Gypsy. Jason Momoa, if I was correct, but I aimed for where I'd make an effect, jumping out of that chopper, all chipper, a-flying, no thought in my brains that I might just be dying. The hogs were all very hard, and scraped up my back, but I wouldn't stop to consider an attack. I leapt in their midst and went hacking with a boot, regretting my dismal unability to shoot. Blood went everywhere, but alas, it was mine. The hogs had all bit me, and crushed up my spine. Strong, they were, and I assumed they had won, since I knew was dying, and nothing was done. But amazement went through me, a shock very painful, for Jason Momoa...

I'm out.

I don't know why, but whenever I see FB's name, I see... FarmBlade : D

😂

Perfect timing, 500 notifs even.

Cakery: It finally worked! Yay!

you guys 😂

@Lax...it's offline for me ;-;