are you actually casually friends with abdul alzrahad, is that what this means
Once he destroyed the baguettonomy by taking up so many baguette loans that there was no chance of him paying off any of them (he owes me 37 baguettes to this day)
Once I was eating a box of blueberries and he ran up behind me and grabbed a fistful of blueberries before running into a corner to eat all of them in one go. I would have given him the blueberries if he asked. He knew that too
Once he called me and said it was an emergency. I arrived at a cafeteria at where he brought me to the front of a stall where a butcher was cutting open animals and showing all of their organs & their relative functions or positions, all while around 200 people were trying and failing to eat their lunch. It was just us and one other at the stall
Once I was at his house and I snooped around to find what stuff he owned. He had a necromonicon, books on human anatomy, a skeleton, a bow and arrows, various ingredients for his 'elixirs,' with no shortage of hidden chests full of random books, ranging from classical Greek literature and philosophy to medicine and physics books
Once we got drunk and he said he would make sure I never died, even if I wanted to, saying it would be according to protocol
Once he went to Edinburgh to study, I told him he was not allowed to start any cults. There is still a living cult honouring him, and they are making cool synthwave style posters of him
The incarnation of Abdul Alhazred may be one of my two blood brothers
"yo boi you thirsty check out this neat trick" - jesus
-My boy
That is, my goodfriend
Wishen for a taste'a that green liquer. Funny how ta green is so rare n unique.
As the Scottish accent, n'ye?
I'm making a mess of m'self aren't I?
Relaxing for a fukin moment, isn't that the point. No hate toward anyone, no ire, at least in my heart. I love you all, I love my friends. I only seek to improve myself.
I'm surprised more alcohols aren't naturally green. I thought it'd be as easy as just throwing loads of leafs in
Remember: When looking to get seriously fucked up, always take the advice of the celibate hermit. Lord knows he's got nothing better to do than know what he's doing.
Hallelujah