Gilthalion's 500th Post! Hurrah!

If it was an IP ban, I'd be outta here too.

<voice style="ethereal">"My banishment was only an accident! A slip of a finger poised over a key! But accidents can be fatal!"</voice>

[c] woooooooooooooooooooooooo![/c]

The little hobbit's nightmare continued. Tormented by the terrifying image of the giant Canadian, he turned and twisted in his sleep. Would no one ever arrive to awaken him? He dozed on fitfully, in the shadows of the Gates of Nobility. The blackness of the night deepened.

Follow me young fellaw, I'll show you the way through the gates of nobility!

Bound by an oath as if by chains, the little hobbit could not pass. As he slept, waiting for Eruve, his spirit traveled the astral plain, uneasy and restless.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The kindly Lord of Rain could not rouse Gilthalion from the last plebian dreams of his peasantry.

It's almost as if I'll have to summon you to the Stone of Erech when the time comes...

Hurry... only 26 posts before he leaves us! HURRY!

I'm working on it, don't worry!

:lol: !!!!!

Maybe it was that last peanut butter, sardine, cornchip, pickle, onion, horseradish, caviar and saurkraut sandwich.

...whatever it was, the little hobbit moaned in his sleep and his spirit continued haunting the land...

Gil, if you were female, I'd tell you to go take a pregnancy test just for coming up with that combination. :x

I had a friend once that craved CLAY! She would "harvest" it from the roadside and bake it into chips.....tell me that she didn't have a mineral deficiency!

Some folks also eat PlayDough. "Eating Clay" is what it is called down here.

oh post already!

Burp. (Maybe what I needed was some clay in that sandwich?)

Beurk!

BTW, nice your new pic Anduin!

Thanks, but actually it is old....I'm just recycling it.

It's still a nifty picture.

Woah, that was my 100th post. *sigh* I have no life! Granted, most of you have more posts than I do, but you've all been on longer.

Oh, and all hail Gilthalion, the Elf Lord!

The little hobbit stirred fitfully in his restless sleep. The Lord of Rain stood by at the golden Gates of Nobility. Eruve had finally reached the summit.

And yet still, he slept on, dreaming most uncomfortable dreams about eating public school cafeteria food and other horrible, horrible things too detestable to mention!

They watched as his furry little feet twitched. They could not know that he was running from an over-sized, sweaty, Cafeteria Lady serving Mystery Meat! In his dream, Gilthalion looked over his shoulder and saw the greasy terror lumbering ever closer...