*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
This is so good! You're clearly a talented writer, I can barely string two sentences together and still sound coherent. And it's funny which is very hard to achieve.
*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Dear Winter, don't move too far away
*Both, the musical is a masterpiece. They're the only songs that I'm actually able to rap (Don't ask me to try in public though, I will die of embarrassment, and everyone else will die of cringe)*
And please don't say I'm hovering,
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
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*ah right, forgive me, I don't actually know many of their songs I'm just making things up as I go along*
You say I turned out fine, I think I'm still turning out
*Fair lol*
Dear Winter, I hope you like your name
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
I hope they don't make fun of you, when you grow up and go to school, ok?
Cause Winter is a badass name
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Dear Winter, I hope you talk to girls
Or boys, or anyone you like, I just hope you don't stay in every night
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*definitely couldn't be me staying in every night*
Cause I wish I was out tonight
*Sigh, I wish I went out more*
It really doesn't seem, like there's anyone for me, but dear Winter, I hope you like your name
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*socialising is just so exhausting, I don't know how people do it all the time*
I'm hoping that someday, I can meet you on this earth, but shoot, I gotta meet your mum first
*I know! Get togethers get me down (That's actually and AJR lyric too)*
Dear Winter, I hope you like this song,
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*gasp,
i can't believe you said the name. Sadly i have to go to bed yet again, it's nearly midnight and I've got school tomorrow*And even when you're 13, and scream at me for parenting you wrong,
*Most people won't see that comment anyway lol. Sleep well!*
I hope it's still a badass song
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*True true. Thank you :) My gremlin of a dog woke me up at 6:30 so it wasn't the best sleep ever but he's too cute to be mad at*
It really doesn't seem like there's anyone for me
*Ha, I get that. Dogs are the best*
But dear Winter, I hope you like your name
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*They are indeed the best. And my dog's named after a hobbit so he's extra cool*
You know I cannot wait to teach you how to curse
*Cool! When I move out imma get an old english sheep dog and name him Hamilton, Hamy for short. This assuming I magically have enough money for a dog lol*
But shoot, I gotta meet your mom first
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
I wrote something!
Disclaimer: The below content is about Drummer, a fictional D&D alter ego for some weird English teenager with no life. The real Drummer has a real parent, who actually cares about how he does in life, unlike him. So, this disclaimer is here to say that Drummer definitely doesn’t study late at night to make up for not studying in the day, is completely respectful to his ears, doesn’t sleep at school, and for sure doesn’t have a pink blow up flamingo called Jeffery, Jeff for short.
Drummer has just got back from dinner with his family, which he has narrowly survived. He asked to leave the table multiple times, all of which requests were denied. He eventually declared that he was going to the bathroom, but changed course and is now laying on his bed. He lays there for a while, wondering if he should stop making stupid threads on DDB, which he eventually decides is a good choice, but will never happen. He opens his window to get some fresh air, but a wasp flies past, causing him to recoil and fall back onto his bed.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” He says as the wasp flies into his room. He grabs a sugar cube (We’re British, we have them everywhere) and chucks it out of the window to “lure” the wasp out. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t work. He stays very still for a very long time, but the wasp doesn’t leave. He hears his little sister go outside, and apparently, the wasp does too. It flies out, as all wasps must, to chase Drummer’s sister around the garden. She runs around a tree a few times, and then inside, screaming all the way. Drummer closes the window.
It's getting late, and Drummer’s father calls for lights out and for everyone to go to sleep. But oh no, Drummer has already slept more than enough at his desk at school. And plus, he has a big maths test tomorrow. He knows he needs to study, but he can’t do so without a little AJR. He pulls out his headphones and turns on his playlist.
It’s a peaceful night. As always, he feels a real connection to his music when 100 bad days comes on. He likes to think he also has had his 100 bad days, but he clearly hasn’t, he just needs an excuse as to why he’s failing at life. The night wears on, and Drummer works out that x=pi r squared (wrote like that), an inequality is the same as racism, and Becky has 8.67 sons. He’s almost at question number 4 when Weak starts playing. He knows he can carry on whilst the first bit of the song plays, but he has to be prepared for the end. The final verse approaches, Drummer puts down his pen. He puts his volume to the max, and pushes his headphones into his ears.
“But I’m Weak, and what’s wrong with that?!” He mimes, as if he’s got the best voice in the world but has to stay quiet as to not wake up the whole neighbourhood. He knows he’s destroying his eardrums, and is definitely going to fail his test, but he doesn’t care. He’s experiencing that high that only an AJR fan can, a feeling like no other. It fills him with so much joy that’s he’s able to forget about life, just for a second. He knows that he’s going to need to blow up his pink inflatable flamingo, cause he’s going to Bummerland - and he loves it.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*I love old english sheep dogs! Hamilton as in the musical? or just Hamilton? either way it's a great name*
Dear Winter, don't move too far away
This is so good! You're clearly a talented writer, I can barely string two sentences together and still sound coherent. And it's funny which is very hard to achieve.
*Both, the musical is a masterpiece. They're the only songs that I'm actually able to rap (Don't ask me to try in public though, I will die of embarrassment, and everyone else will die of cringe)*
And please don't say I'm hovering,
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.