Alternate title was cocaine and glitter. The Doomslayers get down to a culinary contest. Who will emerge victorious? Who becomes cutlery? Why didn't I name this Cocaine and Glitter like I should have? Probably because the last one was...Maybe I should lay off the strip club pizza

Not a whole lot of story progression between all the sparkle dust and table talk but that's half the fun of a real game. Maybe We'll do an edit with just story stuff, but today is not that day! Our group picks a name and sets up a grand showdown worthy of the Grrrdon Ramses name

So the DM decides to ruin everyone's state of mind with a cursed description, Aurora makes a friend, Eimar makes an arrest, and Rhute and Amy conspire. What will the DM curse our delicate sensibilities with next?

We're back at it with some mostly peaceful problem solving, language barriers, and plugsterbating in a group. Aurora makes a new friend, Rhute makes a new enemy, and Amy gets a new mess to clean up

The DM learns about another thing he didn't think existed. Listen in as the gang sends the centaurs on holiday and raids the spoon drawer

Aw, the DM had a plan? That's cute. Too bad it was a pretty shitty one. Let's deal with bed bugs instead!

The story progress like a night after too much spicy food; in bursts with burning butts. We keep it clASSy.

Big Daddy Rhute, burning butt stuff, and confirming innuendos. There might be some DnD in here too

Mr Sparks - Smokenist and Head Nutter extraordinaire takes center stage and makes a mess all over the place. Seriously, if you meet a Mr Sparks bring at least two towels

Gently held aloft by two different party members, they handle the baker's big jugs and take on an oily man. Armed only with inappropriate comments, will our heroes survive? Does the party count as heroes? Find out within!