A bunch of turkeys

So we run a DnD game on a somewhat irregular schedule, coming out in the wash to about once every two weeks, with a handful of friends. TL DMs and we host folks at our place, which is ideal because I can satisfy my delight in feeding my friends and when the night is over I can immediately collapse onto the couch in exhaustion, like a fainting lady, without any transit first.

Anyways, I don't know what was in the air tonight but everyone was fucking bonkers.

At one point we were discussing unintentionally hilarious 90s toys, and the DM punished us by naming our allied sailor NPCs after them: RIP Bondage Barbie, and godspeed Cockring Ken with that water elemental we trapped in a barrel for you.

At another point, HMS Pinafore came on the "nautical RPG" spotify playlist came on, and none of us, including the DM, could breathe laughing for about five minutes.

This is the shit I live for. Honestly there's nothing better than just being silly with people. I think this is why drinking is so popular in social gatherings -- that said, our DnD games are sober, so that freedom to be absurd has been much harder won over a long time, and it's so, so satisfying.

I've spent a lot of my life without a robust social group -- I've had friends, but rarely have those friends known each other. I don't know how long this group will last, but god it's a delight to have it now.