Is Where Danger Mouse Has Something For Kohl Drake

A few days ago, after seeing Ratterss in a dress, Khol Drake said "...i don't want my eyes anymore..."

Huzzah! Khol wishess to embrace the Shadow!

Come over here, pretty boy, I'll get you fixed up in a jiffy! <3!

Guest Blogger: Maurice

	Hello. I am Maurice, the Death Knight of Looove. In days gone by, I was known as Maurice, the Paladin of Looove, and the beauteous ladies of Lordaeron would swoon as I walked past in my wondrously bright armor.  Now, after my slight, ahem, mishap, I am living in Stormwind City and I look forward to many great conquests here. I am still every bit as dashing as when I was alive, plus now I have that special, back-from-the-grave je ne sais quoi.
	But first, that foul orc Ratshag, whose employ I was forced to accept, told me I should join the guild he is associated with. Since a guild provides many opportunities for the ladies to meet me, I could see this was one of his few clever ideas (he is a rather simple orc, you see). So I approached one of the officers and introduced myself. I explained how I fulfill a critical duty, standing by the mailbox and disenchanting incoming items. She was, of course, thrilled beyond belief at the opportunity to have a dashing hero such as myself in her guild.
	Once I had been officially initiated into the organization, I quickly made myself known. After all, ha ha, there will be much demand for my time once the ladies get to know me. We should get this process started then as soon as possible, I thinks. Of course, some of the men in the guild felt threatened by my presence. This is understandable, of course, for I am the Death Knight of Love. They will not be able to compete. I would, of course, feel sorry for them, except it is not worthy of my time.

And so, that is my tale. I shall be keeping regular hours at the mailbox outside of the Stormwind Bank, to make it easy for the ladies to find me, and swoon.

If Kitty Says Word One About This Helmet....

... I swear ima gonna break his frickin' jaw.

Friday Night Drunken Singings

Ratshag:

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway Azerothian dream

At night we ride through the mansions of Kara in suicide machines

Shprung from cages out on Warmaul Hill,

Thorium wheeled, health pot injected, and steppin' out over the glubberniggin' line

Heeyoooooooo!

Baby this town rips the bones from your back

It's a death trap, it's a shuicide rap

We gotta get out while we're fuhgin' young ...hic!

`Cause buggers like ush, baby we was born to run!

DangerMouse:

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'm begging of you pleasse don't take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jooooleeeeeeeene!

Please don't take him jusst because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare

With flaming locksssh of auburn hair

With ivory sskin and eyes of emerald green

Your ssmile is like a breath of spring

Your voice is shoft like ssummer rain

And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

You warm-blooded bitch

Kinnavieve:

No, you shee, I'm not really drink sho I'm not gonna shing you shee ...hic!

'Caushe, you shee, we paladinsh can jusht casht frickin' Cleanshe on ourshlevesh

Like thish! Poof!

Hee hee hee that ticklesh.

And jusht like that the alcoboozhe is aaaallllll goooonnnnne. Bye bye! ...hic!

Shober as a frickin' rock. That'sh me.

Maurice, the Death Knight of Love:

I'm so vain, I probably think this song is about me

I'm so vain, I'll bet I think this song is about me

Dont I? Dont I?

Ellspeth:

Ring around the rosies

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall DOWN!!!

Tee hee I love songs about plagues.

... um, Ratters? I've fallen and I can't reach my beer.

Galertruby:

Glarghala gagghl gah

Arhlagha aggl gharhalagh.

Glahllha ghar allhagha gha

Gahragla gahagga arhlga glahg.

// drum solo //

Galagh gahhll garhh ahhghr glahh

Gallagh aghala aggrh lahllaglharl gha.

Aghlahhl glarrh ghalrlhh alhhrga

Gallhr glah garrahhalglar!

Is thanks ta Bruce Springsteen, Dolly Parton, Carly Simon, Anonymousified schoolkids, and ... um ... Tupac Shakur? Gene Autry? buggered if I know...

Is Santa Shag

Mystic Nibbles were wanting ta know if an orc in the red Santa suit would look as shmexy as a tasty piece of spacegoat flesh like Tatia. So I borrowed Ellspeth's and kinda stretched it a bit. Well, I let Nib make the call. Come sit on me lap, little girl, and I brings ya a pony.

But fer the all-out sexifizings, nuthin beats the Little Black Dress, which Ellspeth were also kind enough fer ta lends me. I'll be under the mistletoe, ladies.

Guess What?

** Huge grin **

She Weren't Me First...

...but she were the first for ta leave me a comment what still be blogging. And she's also been one helluva damn fine friend. Who is?

Is Almost Evil Hydrargyrum - she's cute, in a show-no-mercy drain-your-soul liquid-at-room-temperature kinda way. Go checks her out. Left me a comment waaaay back here, on me old blog.

And since ~One Among A Huge Freakin' Bunch~ started this memememe, I supposes I needs ta tag some other buggers. So here goes:
Bananarama Shoulders
BBBBBBBB
Kalloplaiee the Crafter
Mysticalish Chicanery
Way Too Many Annas

Post on yer own blog, leave a comment here, or pretends ya never saw this. Whichever creams yer twinky.