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  • DM: You triggered a trap. Roll a Dex Save.
    Me: A four, so I blew it. What happens?
    DM: Roll 3d6.
    Me: A seven.
    DM: Roll again.
    Me, wincing: fourteen?
    DM: Oooh. Ok, roll again.
    Me, picking up the dice and freezes: Wait, I'm rolling up a new character, aren't I?
    If you think about it, DnD Mimics of today would be Amazon Prime boxes lurking on people's doorsteps.
    Wizard: Why are you making popcorn?
    Rogue: The bard asked very loudly who would win between the Warlock's Patron or the Cleric's Deity.
    Wizard: This . . . is bad! Do something!
    Rogue: I am. I'm making popcorn!
    Bard: And I'm supervising!
    Apparently, BDSM does not stand for "Beholders, Dragons, Slimes and Mimics". So, if you find a BDSM dungeon, don't arm yourself and kick in the door. All you'll find is a bunch of Hellraiser cosplayers that will scream bloody murder about kink shaming and will call the cops.
    Kaerri
    Kaerri
    I'd rather have the beholders, dragons, slimes, and mimics. >.> Well, maybe not the slimes. Tough call.
    I found a wizard that specializes in making potions and summoning genies.

    I asked him for some djinn and tonics!
    So, how do you get your spells?
    Wizard: Through years of constant study.
    Cleric: Through the grace of my god.
    Druid: Through the blessings of the Earth itself.
    Warlock: Through my patrons knowledge.
    Sorcerer: Through my ancestor's power.
    Bard: I was just making fun of a goblin one day and suddenly the little guy just died. It was the craziest shit ever!
    Bard: I just rolled a nat 20 to seduce the dragon!
    GM: <sighs> the dragon becomes interested enough in you to not kill you immediately.
    Bard: Another nat 20! I'm gonna tap that soon!
    GM: I didn't even . . . alright, the dragon takes you back to its lair for immediate copulation. Upon arrival, due to obvious problems with anatomy, the dragon polymorphs into human form.
    Bard: Sweet! What does she look like?
    GM: Exactly like you.
    Bard: Wait, what?
    GM: I'm saying you can go fuck yourself.
    Cleric: Did you just pull that sword out of your butt?

    Rogue: Oh, no. My back pocket has a mini Bag of Holding. I have a whole bunch of weapons in there.

    Bard: Sounds like you have -

    Cleric: Please, don't.

    Bard: Quite the arse-nal!
    There are benefits to having a good vocabulary. I recently called a old engineering friend of mine, and I asked what he was working on these days. His response? "Aqua-thermal treatment of ceramics, glass, aluminum and steel under a constrained environment."

    I was impressed, until upon further reflection, I realized that he was washing dishes with hot water under his wife's supervision.
    Wife, grabs pizza: Ow! That's hot!
    Me: What did you expect? For it to be cold?
    Wife: <glares at me>
    Me: I'm sorry, but I have this rare medical condition called 'common sense'.
    Corgi: Why are my legs so short?
    God: That's just what legs look like.
    Corgi: Ok, that's cool.
    [giraffe walks by]
    Corgi: <glares at God>
    God: Um, you weren't supposed to see that.
    Child at bedtime: Daddy, I'm scared! There is a monster in the closet!
    Me: Oh, don't be silly! There is no mon-OH DEAR GOD! ITS TEARING MY ARM OFF! HELP! Ha ha ha. Just kidding. He only eats children. Sleep well!
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