I believe he is referring to the Copper Dragon that is waiting outside.

My apologies for getting around to this post so late. You know what? On second thought, fuck you. I’m a grown up and you can just wait. I can lounge around the house all I want on my day off and I will not be bullied to make this post any faster than I want.

Sorry. Been a bit stressed lately.

Not that I really have anything important to talk about today.

Last night, we finally got to play Pathfinder. And it was good. We finally got the connection issues worked out with Dave, so he didn’t have to sit around and watch his friends play the game without him. Larry Jenkins got to punch the ever-loving shit out of some Moon Beasts (5). And we used magic sticky bombs to blow up power crystals. Old friends, dice rolling, and punching Moon Beasts in their fucking mouths. What more could a man want?

Perhaps a Copper Dragon to act as our own personal getaway mount. Which prompted me to utter the title of this post during game play. We all laughed and shook our heads at the same time.

Right. On that note I have to go do stuff with Teacher Sis. Tonight I have a S.A.N.D. meeting. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. More soon. ~SC