Reading pregnant furry poetry is just how I wanted to be spending my Saturday night.
Just imagine, this was someone's roommate. Oh God how I feel for that person, where ever they are.
I wish the whole furry community was just an April Fools' joke.
It means that somewhere in your ancestry a brother fucked his sister and bam, the furry gene was born.
I get all my environmental issues explain to me by a guy who jerks off to pregnant half-woman half-dog vaginas.
Woah, the irony.
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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