Hunters
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 5:55 pm
So, a Druid walks into a bar. He walks up to the bartender and orders an Ale. Bartender brings over the drink and sees that the Druid is looking a little down. "What's the matter friend?"
"Well, one of my spells isn't working like it used to. I can't repeatedly entangle enemies like I used to. They seem to be getting out of it easier."
Bartender looks at the Druid and frowns. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
At that moment, a Priest walks into the bar. The Priest walks up to the bartender and orders an Ale, grumbling something under his breath. Bartender looks at the Priest and says "Something the matter friend?"
"Yeah," says the Priest. "I specialized in using wands in combat. But lately it doesn't seem like it's packing as much punch as it used to."
Bartender hands the Priest the ale. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
A minute or so passes, and a Mage walks into the bar. The Mage calls out to the bartender as he crosses the room "Give me a double!"
The bartender has the drink ready by the time the Mage gets to the bar. "Problem friend?"
The Mage downs his drink before he responds. "My frost spells aren't working like they used to. Two different spells were working differently tonight. Almost got me killed."
The Bartender starts washing a glass and he nods. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
The Druid looks strangely at the Bartender. "You've been saying that all night. How could things possibly be worse?"
Bartender looks the Druid dead in the eye. "I'm a Hunter, this is my epic level quest."
So a hunter walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder.
He walks up to the bartender and orders an ale. While paying for the ale, the parrot whistles a catchy little tune.
The bartender, obviously impressed, asks, "Wow, thats really cool, where did you catch that thing?"
The parrot chirps in response, "It was running while under the effect of Spirit of the Cheetah and I pecked him with my beak."
A Hunter walks into a bar. He begins to do shots, one after another.
After the 5th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. complete silence fills the bar
After the 6th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. Everyone is shocked, but no one speaks.
After the 7th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. Finally a man stands up in the back of the bar and says "hey I take offense to that."
The drunk man at the bar says "why?..... Are you a rogue?"
The man in the back replies "No..... I'm a butthole"
"Well, one of my spells isn't working like it used to. I can't repeatedly entangle enemies like I used to. They seem to be getting out of it easier."
Bartender looks at the Druid and frowns. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
At that moment, a Priest walks into the bar. The Priest walks up to the bartender and orders an Ale, grumbling something under his breath. Bartender looks at the Priest and says "Something the matter friend?"
"Yeah," says the Priest. "I specialized in using wands in combat. But lately it doesn't seem like it's packing as much punch as it used to."
Bartender hands the Priest the ale. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
A minute or so passes, and a Mage walks into the bar. The Mage calls out to the bartender as he crosses the room "Give me a double!"
The bartender has the drink ready by the time the Mage gets to the bar. "Problem friend?"
The Mage downs his drink before he responds. "My frost spells aren't working like they used to. Two different spells were working differently tonight. Almost got me killed."
The Bartender starts washing a glass and he nods. "Yeah, that is rough. But it could be worse."
The Druid looks strangely at the Bartender. "You've been saying that all night. How could things possibly be worse?"
Bartender looks the Druid dead in the eye. "I'm a Hunter, this is my epic level quest."
So a hunter walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder.
He walks up to the bartender and orders an ale. While paying for the ale, the parrot whistles a catchy little tune.
The bartender, obviously impressed, asks, "Wow, thats really cool, where did you catch that thing?"
The parrot chirps in response, "It was running while under the effect of Spirit of the Cheetah and I pecked him with my beak."
A Hunter walks into a bar. He begins to do shots, one after another.
After the 5th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. complete silence fills the bar
After the 6th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. Everyone is shocked, but no one speaks.
After the 7th shot he yells ALL ROGUES ARE BUTTHOLES. Finally a man stands up in the back of the bar and says "hey I take offense to that."
The drunk man at the bar says "why?..... Are you a rogue?"
The man in the back replies "No..... I'm a butthole"