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Zool looks down from his portrait this morning through bloodshot eyes. His clothes look soiled and slept in, his pallor ill. One hand holds an ice pack to his head, the other clings tightly to his frame, trying with dubious success to keep it steady. He smelled of BBQ, margaritas, and Pirate Ale.

 

"Uggghhh... If there's one thing worth celebrating, it's Mother's day. What a blowout last night!" :lol:

 

~Zool

Host of FIVE Mothers!

 

...And wishing you a Wonderful Mother's day to all the Pennite Mothers out there! :D

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A groan echoes from a booze-stained corner of the Cabaret Room as Wyvern shifts himself from under a half-torn advertisement poster and leftover lampshade. The lizard's clothes look extra soiled and slept out of an acceptable state... that is, even more so than usual. One claw holds an empty six-pack of Bruteweiser, the other holds a near empty 40oz. of the same beverage, trying with dubious success to keep his drinking habits steady. The reptilian Elder stinks of pirate broadcasting, Bruteweiser, and indeliberate BBQs.

 

"Ugh." Wyvern grumbles something about never crashing Zool's old school art parties again, then digs into one of his pockets and pulls out what appears to be a mixture of straw and patches of tumbleweed. "Anyone want some o' this Almost Dragonic Brand Centaur Mother Hay™? My pocketsss seem over-stocked at the moment..."

 

OOC: A belated Happy Mother's Day to all the pennite mothers out there, and to all the mothers of pennite's along with'em!

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