I'm sure there's more to life than to fight viciously with the elf wife and have the blood pressure rocket to the sky and then having the most carnal and engaging sexual intercourse that living beings can ever conceive ( Read more... )

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It appears that my dear and darling wife has made known to a Son of Feanor that she would brutally murder him if he touched one hair on Bergil's head.

That's great and all but what about me. WHAT ABOUT ME, THE FUCKIN' HUSBAND HERE?! But anyway, there's apparently going to be a new episode of the Bergil Half-Elven show featuring the Sons of the ( Read more... )

I've decided to acknowledge my affection for my son. There's nothing like a bitchass elf wife disappearing without a trace for a second time to put some perspective in you ( Read more... )

Per request of John someone anonymous, I've thrown myself out of the void and back into Middle Earth.

I found that my bitch of a wife has gone missing again and that the adorable mongrel here is getting laid.

AHAHAHAHAHAH.

Well, then. To build a submarine or not to build a submarine.

*straps sockpuppet particle disintegrator onto chest*

*fiddles with switch*

Hello. This is Elladan! I took over Beregond's body. I must say that this is pretty neat. I have musical talent and this body comes with a red-headed elf wife who likes running around the streets of Minas Tirith speaking German.
Where is she? I hope she doesn't hit me or anything.

My wife likes to be groped by halflings.