Braggart.

Hey! I live in Portland and I haven’t stolen anyone’s Legos.

Save for Jase, but he deserved it for being a whiny little bitch. He can go have his hot lunch in the Teacher’s Lounge… fucking brown-noser.

Also, I’m 38.

Also this.

I was just going to say, “who has the GDP?” Because that’s what wins a modern war.

Sucks to be a hard-hitting, accurate journalist these days. The world is against you regardless of how correct you are.

Oh. Oh God. Please no.

“Valour” is one of those words that I think deserves a “u” regardless of if I’m Canadian.

Man, I hate getting called out.

Comrade.

Having lived in New Zealand and Oregon, I wish Oregon was on less maps.

Lorde is actually more of an anthropomorphic bendy tape measurer, which lends them to more forms of metrology than we give them credit for. They aren’t just pop icons. They’re people. When they aren’t rulers.

A lot of furries are intrigued by the mating behaviors of other species but are met with the Puritanical guilt of society. There’s something innately and intriguingly animalistic (by definition I guess) about how other creatures breed , and there’s a romanticism in being knotted together if you’re a dog. I’ve heard other people have the adjacent sentiments about cats in that there can be multiple males contributing to the litter. People find and live out niche kink ideas from everything. Some people want to kinkshame, and there are a lot in the furry community, though they tend to be the early 20’s uncomfortable-with-themselves folk.

But I just jerk off to gross femdom porn.

I call Gaseous Snake.

A tail is like a necktie for your butt.

• Recognized, goldstar furry

Less intrusively, just vomit! Anywhere any time. 100% Always gets people’s attention. Works better if you don’t have to stick your finger down your throat first.

As much as we all hate it, it’s better to say it than to hold onto it and keep a partner in thrall. Regardless of timing. HOW you go about it might be a different thing, but telling them your wants and intentions is human decency.

Heavy.

I killed a box of Kellogs ArtoriO’s, now part of this balanced breakfast, but you don’t hear me bragging about it. Oh, wait, there I go.

That shit rips.

Yeah, but we can’t control Lucy’s actions. I mean, I’d advocate for violent insurrection if it was reasonable to suggest, but I’d advocate for voting in local elections before that.

This sounds like every semicolon, you’re clapping for enthusiasm.

There they go again putting rules on English. It’s like I cand farafadarf on gruekeleypoopers these days.