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Mom got angry when I kept putting chicken bones under my pillow each night. “Don’t incur the wrath of the bone fairy!” she warned!
Anyway, I’m a fae touched warlock now so who’s laughing now, Ma.
Anyway, I’m a fae touched warlock now so who’s laughing now, Ma.
In my experience, the answer to this is nearly always “everyone involved in the situation, except for you.”
I’m sure there’s easier ways to pick up Eldritch blast.
My brother once slept in with his head under his pillow. He got much for his skull but at what cost…
Hostile bone fairy? You mean the Moopsy
And does it have to be my femur?
Nope! It’s doesn’t even have to be human.
brb i have a haul to take from my nearest butcher shop
the bone fairy will be pleased and my bedsheets will smell of rotting flesh
Win win!
A femur? That depends, is it your femur? Or is it a femur you acquired?
In the former, you may be eligible for a lifetime of less-than-poverty wages, for free from a thing called “dys ahh bill eee tee”…
If it’s the latter, you can get an all expenses paid trip to the local penetentary! Where you will be given free food, clothing and shelter, possibly for years!
Either way, you may not have to work, ever again… Or maybe you just won’t be able to! Who knows!
But what if it’s not a human femur. Like say a goat femur.
We’re going to need a pricing table here for that. Let me ask Haskill for that.
One bag of freshly plucked eyeballs from the eyeball fairy.
The eyeball fairy leaves you with 1 lb of spleen’s.
They all trade parts to leave you with something. You don’t want to know what the pound of flesh fairy leaves…
Teeth aren’t bones y’all!
You shut your whore mouth!
… You’ll spoil the joke! C’mon man.
Username checks out though
Indeed it does. I noticed that immediately after I posted my comment.
Oh well.
