My new trolling alt

[DrGHouse]

http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Gorgonnash&n=Goofyburger

My goal will be to spend some time here and there when I'm on late and no one else is to level him up and get him into Outland where I can get me some spellpower gear. I don't think I could suffer the amount of time to get him to 80 just so that I could get him a fail arena rating though.

I thought the name was rather creative.

Actually has a back story which involves my neighbors late bovine >.>

[Asavar]

Incredible terrible.

[Vapid]

insert RP bio here

[DrGHouse]

insert RP bio here

Not RP, this actually happened. TL;DR for Assbag at the end.

Well my neighbor had this cow, to which it earned the name goofy. Mostly because it acted like a pet dog, following him around when he would let it out, liked being on a leash for walks, etc. Well goofy liked to run off like a pet dog as well. Since my neighbor is a 'do it yourself' redneck, and an older one to boot, his 'gate' to goofy's pen was not always very sturdy.

Goofy would get loose and my neighbor would grab his rope and head down the road to which ever farm field the dumb cow was standing in. You would see this overweight old man walking up the road with a rope in one hand and a Gennesse in the other. Tagging right along behind him on the other end of the rope was his faithful dog.. er .. cow Goofy.

One night, when I wasn't home, Goofy got loose and yadda yadda same old story. Except this time my neighbor, in his extreme state of inebriation, was too lazy to go fetch his faithful cow. So he sent his one son. His son was getting fed up as this wasn't the first time that he had to go retrieve goofy, and goofy never followed him home. He had spent many a time getting all muddy and cussing at the large bovine before finally being able to drag it's butt home.

So my neighbors son said something along the lines of "If I have go get that stupid cow, he isn't coming back alive." My neighbor laughed and, again under the influence of large amounts of alcohol, told his son to do what ever he wanted. So his soon took one of their plethora of shotguns with him and proceeded down the road. I was told by the few people who saw the sight of goofy hanging down off the bucket of that front end loader, that it was priceless.

Because in my neighbor's sons infinite wisdom he didn't think that getting the cow home first before slaughtering it was a good idea, he just shot it in the field. Didn't end up mattering much because since I live in the middle of redneck Pa, someone had some kind of tractor that could move it.

So a day or two passes, all the while I'm oblivious to goofy being dead, my neighbor comes over and says he's having a cookout. So I grabbed my beer and walked across the road. People were hanging out, eatin some food, drinkin their beer, you know the good ole fashion shindig. My neighbor leads me over to the pit and plops a burger down my on plate and says "Here have a goofy burger."

It took me a moment of thinking 'what did Timmy do to this burger that it's goo......' oooohhh now I get it >.<


TL:DR;

Neighbor had a cow, cow was named goofy, neighbor shot cow, we ate goofy burgers.

[Celesi]

TLDR version sounds gross. ><

[DrGHouse]

TLDR version sounds gross. ><

It was for asavar, it wasn't meant to be pretty.

[Asavar]

Still a bit TL.

So I DR.

[Maij]

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