Sad Belf Diaries

[Harmonic]

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Insert from a blood elf noble's diary.


Dear diary. I don't know how to handle my servants. I hate getting mints on my pillow, but they still do it no matter how many times I threaten them with not feeding them or kidnapping family members.

The other day I woke up with melted chocolate on my face. Boiflelalon pointed and laughed, saying I had poop on my face.

I'm now known in my circle as poop face.



(Feel free to post your own!)

[Caravan]

I just really enjoy the BElf female jokes, and feel they deserve a "remember me?" post:

[Dear Diary]

So I went to this troll spa the other day and I wound up with dreadlocks and a frigging bone in my nose! I mean, come on! Who pays for that?"


[Dear Diary]
I went to Undercity to get a facial. Ha! Have you seen these people? I said, 'You don't have a lower jaw and you're going to give ME a facial?' She got mad...at least I think she did. You ever heard someone talk without a lower jaw? 'Rawe-rau-werew' Ho-ho! She sounded like a murloc!


These are #thestruggleisreal diary entries :3