Addicted to novelty since 2001

You are the Sun, the Moon, the Cinderhide Armsplints of the Monkey

I don’t even play World of Warcraft, but this article from The Onion entitled Baby, You Mean The World Of Warcraft To Me made me laugh:

Helen, my mage, when I was ganked by a lowly rogue from Tennessee in the Caverns of Time and stripped of my treasured belongings, I rose from the grave with one purpose in mind. I had to be resurrected, not to seek revenge, but to return to you.

Ain’t love grand? As a bonus link, consider this thoughtful beaver.