Post by Broc on Mar 28, 2011 22:51:33 GMT -8
Broc would like to formally apologize to his fellow Kindred for failing to check in with y’all and give ya Broc’s monthly report and appear at Concalve. I know y’all been missin’ Broc’s sexy dong.
Broc has been investigatin’ a certain punk-ass bitch who’s got his fingers in a Oreo bowl trying to skim some cream from the crop.
The Malkavian’s are in charge of our next event? April Fools! No, seriously this shit is happenin’.
Broc’s pretty sure the Sons of Clayfield are the only ones in town who have their shit together. Rumor has it, they have a line of Kindred who want to join up.
Broc, like the rest of y’all, has no fuckin’ clue what these colored stickers mean. But, Broc’s sure if you got green you’re fucked like a two dollar Norwegian hooker.
Broc heard that Aaron was throwing bloody pool balls like monkeys throw shit through car windows. Damn, use Google. Don’t you know you’re supposed to use bricks?
Broc’s Rules to Survive a Hunter Attack
- Step one: Hide from hunters
- Step two: If found by hunters, run like Michael Jackson with your hair on fire
- Step three: If cornered by hunters, grow steel balls and kick their ass
If all else fails, join the hunters? No! Don’t be a dumb ass bitch. And yes, Broc is referring to Melissa Devereaux.
Okay, Broc’s got one for you. Two highly paid Toreador mafia assassins walk into a hotel room… This ain’t a joke. This is just sad.
Broc wants to know what the fuck you Tremere feed your people where they go popping like zits on the dance floor?
Broc’s pretty sure he don’t understand why the Ventrue are moving into the insane asylum and the crazies are moving out. But, Broc has to give them props, cuz’ there are places even Broc won’t go.
Broc has been investigatin’ a certain punk-ass bitch who’s got his fingers in a Oreo bowl trying to skim some cream from the crop.
The Malkavian’s are in charge of our next event? April Fools! No, seriously this shit is happenin’.
Broc’s pretty sure the Sons of Clayfield are the only ones in town who have their shit together. Rumor has it, they have a line of Kindred who want to join up.
Broc, like the rest of y’all, has no fuckin’ clue what these colored stickers mean. But, Broc’s sure if you got green you’re fucked like a two dollar Norwegian hooker.
Broc heard that Aaron was throwing bloody pool balls like monkeys throw shit through car windows. Damn, use Google. Don’t you know you’re supposed to use bricks?
Broc’s Rules to Survive a Hunter Attack
- Step one: Hide from hunters
- Step two: If found by hunters, run like Michael Jackson with your hair on fire
- Step three: If cornered by hunters, grow steel balls and kick their ass
If all else fails, join the hunters? No! Don’t be a dumb ass bitch. And yes, Broc is referring to Melissa Devereaux.
Okay, Broc’s got one for you. Two highly paid Toreador mafia assassins walk into a hotel room… This ain’t a joke. This is just sad.
Broc wants to know what the fuck you Tremere feed your people where they go popping like zits on the dance floor?
Broc’s pretty sure he don’t understand why the Ventrue are moving into the insane asylum and the crazies are moving out. But, Broc has to give them props, cuz’ there are places even Broc won’t go.
