Um. You’re taking time out of your awesome life for the purpose of informing the furries how much worse they are than you. I eagerly await your explanation of how that’s so much cooler.
But… Trekkies are perverts. Aren’t they?
Oh, and neutron star? You’re making Silver Tyger Girl look good by comparison. Increasingly so as you go on.
What about Renaissance Fair people? That’s got to be pretty low as well.
So, in other words, “I know you are, but what am I?”
one person starts slow, but sort of muted-sounding, clap
others join in
whole crowd cheers
Sliver Tiger Gyrl is carried out of the thread on the shoulders of dozens of people in fursuits
They’re at least sort of interesting to normal people for one day every year or two. Not so much with furries.
Considering that you are obsessed with furries, that’s a pretty strange statement.
Because obsession, and spending a few minutes laughing at something, are exactly the same thing. Good call!
I’m fairly certain neutron’s mother was raped by a (group of) fursuits . That would explain his obsessive need to vilify and denounce them in the most bizarre and illogical ways.
Also, this deep-seated urge to randomly make shit up and produce it as fact must come from a very dark, dark place that defies all manner of traditional explanation and instead is a product of unhealthy sexual union, possibly with an uncle.
I am truly, truly sorry for what you’ve experienced, neutron star. I can only hope you will one day have the courage to overcome it without lowering yourself to the level of CSI.
Well, of course. You’re a furry. That means you exist only to give bottom-feeding mouth-breathers something to laugh at.
That they need to invent the ‘facts’ that are worth laughing at is a mere technicality.
This totally makes sense and isn’t amazingly stupid at all. Thanks for posting.
How wet does The Lion King make you?
How wet is this thread making you?
You realize, given the level of inoffensiveness that STG typically puts forth (not to mention the fact she’s already stated that she’s not a furry in any kind of sexual sense) you’re painting a picture of yourself as a Haggard-esque shell of a man, chuckling darkly at your computer in your dimly lit room at your own relentless pursuit of a random woman on a message board who happens to perhaps identify with large cats a bit more than the mainstream. Sweating in your stained t-shirt, you maniacally excoriate her for imagined sexual sins (and it’s always the sexual aspect that you must pin on her) in a misguided and ultimately fruitless attempt to purge your own inner demons.
Later, you masturbate, and fall into a discontented, shameful sleep. You dream of large men in bear masks frolicing with you on the beach, and for an instant, the somnolent smile playing across your features makes you look almost human.
The animals in The Lion King are only barely anthropomorphized. They have human intelligence, perhaps, and the faculty of speech among themselves, but none are of human shape; except for the Robert Guillame character, they’re even thumbless.
But you’re just being a creep for no apparent reason. I’m going to assume it’s because you met a woman on craigslist who, though a prostitute, still could not refrain from chuckling at the size of your manhood.
It still counts as furry. And Scar is AWESOME, but then it’s Jeremy Irons whose voice is just under that of James Earl Jones for impressiveness.
It’s not one of my favorite movies (Disney-wise it’d be either Robin Hood, Mulan, or Mary Poppins), but it has great music. (Why is it that the Disney villians usually get the best songs? Same deal for Aladdin.)
When I am emperor, Jeremy Irons will be coerced to follow me around and, instead of speaking, I’ll pass notes to him to read as though he is me.
:: grumbling for obvious reasons ::
Wait, are you a normal person? That explains a lot. I just don’t care for normal people. Plenty of you are nice enough, but you’re just not that interesting, and some of you (including you personally) have this weird idea that it’s better to be normal. I prefer to surround myself with an assortment of weirdos.
Well, he also makes creepy-ass compliments to the youngest women who post in the photo threads. Surely that counts for something on the weird scale.
This… this is Pittable. I’ve nothing against consenting adults dressing up as chimneysweeps and putting on bad Cockney accents - it’s not after all, actually illegal - but must you flaunt it? In front of the children and the horses?
I dunno. I think furries are interesting. I really can’t think of anything funnier than yiffing.
Called it on page 1:p