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being a female furry on the internet is weird, keep getting weirdos asking for pics of my feet and sh*t
Brocklandia and Tercania islands
I order Tsar Bomba
I think Rule 34 would suggest the requesters are in fact not weirdos but instead are the statistical majority of the online population. Just tell them your fursona is a three-legged warthog with mange, ticks, and grass-breath.* I'm betting the requests will disappear.
* Hey, I actually looked up what warthogs eat. Ain't you impressed? But now I'm curious--are they asking for pics of your sh!t before, during, or after the flush? Some people have very specific fetish points.
somebody said H.R and i got scared...
but hey I'm back now
just gotta make sure congress is'nt in accounting looking through my taxes
I'm pretty sure you didn't really visit the H.R. department. H.R. here at the Bar is TheOrc, and his response to any complaint is just to eat the complainer. You don't seem to have been gnawed on or exposed to digestive acids, so ...
Congress and the legislative branch have no interest in your taxes. The Internal Revenue Service is part of the executive branch instead.
Dramatic gasp!
He's put effort into something! Celebration!
What? I checked Wikipedia, searched for "warthog," had a ten-second debate with the search engine about whether the name is "wart hog" versus "warthog" (learned it's "warthog"), saw "grass" in one of the first paragraphs that came up, and ran with it. Total investment: less than one minute. I'm pretty sure performing one minute of effort does not invalidate my long and successful trend of avoiding such.
Yes, I spent more time writing this post than I spent looking up what warthogs eat.
Don't have to worry aboot that, Canada doesn't have congress.
And we don't pay taxes, either, eh. Or at least I don't...
Which explains how you've managed to avoid getting sucked into a political wind tunnel over the last two hundred years.
Now, don't get me wrong. Now that I think of it, putting legislators into a wind tunnel sounds like a great idea. Don't judge--if you had your own wind tunnel, you'd put all kind of crap into it too, wouldn't you? I mean, not ... uhm ... a baby, or large buckets of loose cash, and certainly not mayonnaise--but politicians? Heck, yeah! Dial that force control up to Category 5 hurricane level.
What's this hurricane thing you speak of? Is that like those big stormy thingies that hit the coastlines down south? Like a Nor'easter?
Sonnet 1
The tears poured prelude to an infernal howl
while nails beat down the heavy coffin lid,
she to be lowered and forever more hid
Their eyes were dry nearby with faces fowl.
Dead, in a white gown and very real black cowl
Shocked. Recalling what her pretty lips once did
Now they're gone. The lips I'd kissed as a kid.
Her body is the reason owls hoot or tigers growl.
Just to be rotten soon by deathly blight!?
(Realizing a gulch smell or burning fields)
She must truly believed I'd never come back
No more to share in her afternoon delight
nor shall she find my arms to be shields,
lest she fell victim to her own lethal attack.
#sonnet
Kissinger-Monroe, Zombie Penguins, Jehovahs witness, and PR Megaforce
It's like a Nor'easter with less snow, more rain, more wind, more destruction, and a better name. Kind of like your last ex.
The weekend poetry contest has begun. PR Megaforce will be judging freeform poems.
When you go at work and listen too much A-Pop:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYDy6eihFuM
Ha! I've never dated anyone so I don't have any exes!
Maybe I shouldn't have said that one out loud...
A poem from up north, entitled "Give Me Second Place Because it's Better than Third, Eh"
Wind blows across the barren snowy wasteland
Waiting, watching, wishing for something
This is the land of Canada
Alive with the whispers of misty winter mornings
Alone in the icy, frozen north
Beautiful, bold, brave
Canada
Eh
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, Jehovahs witness, and PR Megaforce
Have you started collecting cats yet?
Hey, you, I would like a Tsar Vodka with a Heart Attack burger.
Here you go, one fermented potato drink product with a vaguely Russian pedigree, and one artery-clogging burger, fresh off the grill. Enjoy!
Thanks.. Are you sure this is Vodka?
I'll say ... probably. It's clear, alcoholic, and strong enough that we use it to clean the sink traps. Sounds like vodka to me. Why quibble about details?
*DRINK*
Oh, it is vodka. Thanks.
anyways, how will I be able to eat this gigantic burger?
This is a nice sonnet. Did you wish to submit it for the poetry contest? I believe there are no limits on form, so you may simply repost it to submit.
Demonos and PR Megaforce
An ode to 3rd place
I asked before Brock
In a haiku, not an ode
But give me third place
Brocklandia, Drunkndisorderly, Demonos, Jehovahs witness, and 3 othersTercania islands, PR Megaforce, and Songs you dont understand
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