But we sure did steal a lot of it.

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Prop Ninja. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Somehow, in the midst of all of that food last week, the universe did a bit of sleight of hand and made it Monday and December all in one fluid motion. To top it off, they scheduled me a dentist appointment this morning, too. I always live in interesting times.

Speaking of time, I can’t tell you how long I have been wondering when Taco Bell would wise up and actually bottle their hot sauces. We’ve been stealing hot sauce packets since the dawn of man, simply because we couldn’t buy it. That and it was a convenient way to carry around hot sauce. Whatever. Point being, they finally got wise. Check out what I found yesterday:

Yeah. Let the taco night commence! Forever.

Last night, the Pathfinder crew and I got a very heartfelt note from the Rev. Dark Wombat. It was such a perfect sentiment about why we play this silly game that I just have to share it with you.

The Rev. Dark Wombat writes:

“Pathfinder has been good to us, everyone, and it has become a great way for us to spend time together. It was said last Saturday night that most groups of friends only have stories about things they said or saw at bars. Us? We have that time we went to a drow city. Sure, it didn’t really happen, but what about those guys at the bars? For them, it didn’t even not really happen, and it’ll never not really happen to them. Not ever. And that means something…I think. Because, really, what is it when people come together to witness a werebat furiously masturbate as a way of distracting a dark elf priestess from her naked, blackface version of Gumby teammate who just unflinchingly took a shit on the street in front of her? Friendship. For us, friendship will never not really not happen, ever. And that’s what’s important.”

Yeah. For friendship.

I’m off to work.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC