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Maybe his real fetish is getting off to people knowing that he gets off to furries.
Someone should have shopped in more and more stuff into the later panels, like figurines and then a pillow, and finally a full cos-play.
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The full meme may have had that but I couldn't find the original so I had to photopea screenshots together to get what I have here.
So an inverted voyeur?
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You guys have very weird definitions of porn, I mean I can link porn if you want it but its generally not allowed on this board so I'm not sure why you are asking for it.
EDIT: Oh right, I forgot who I was talking to, that probably is porn for you.
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I could have said "it's a furry showing his sexual peccadilloes", but I didn't want to talk over your head.
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Its ok, I know how much of judgmental prudes you guys are. Can't have anyone enjoying zings zat are not explicitly approved!
I am a Filipino, who lives in the Philippines. Recently, a movement started among Filipino-Americans (or just Filipinos living in the US) to try and get into this gender neutral terms bullshit.
They want us to refer to ourselves as "Filipinx". Which sounds dumb as hell, but they took it a step even further. We call our Aunts and Uncles Titas and Titos respectively. These Fil-Ams now want us to use Tite, which is supposedly patterned after what the Latino people are doing.
In our language, Tite means penis. Its more of a slang word, so I guess dick might be a better translation. I have no idea why they don't know this, but its fucking hilarious. They expect us to go up to our elders and address them as Dick Candy or Penis Dick (two actual relatives of mine).
They want us to refer to ourselves as "Filipinx". Which sounds dumb as hell, but they took it a step even further. We call our Aunts and Uncles Titas and Titos respectively. These Fil-Ams now want us to use Tite, which is supposedly patterned after what the Latino people are doing.
In our language, Tite means penis. Its more of a slang word, so I guess dick might be a better translation. I have no idea why they don't know this, but its fucking hilarious. They expect us to go up to our elders and address them as Dick Candy or Penis Dick (two actual relatives of mine).
This path I've been making along the side of my house. Did it all by myself too, just need to move the loose rock back in around the path.
So, I was originally going to spend my free day off lounging around, but me taking a picture of it earlier got my itch going and, well:
I just went ahead and moved the rock back in and finished it.
It's weird, I'll be the first person to tell you that I'm a bit lazy, but then every once in a while I get "target fixation" real bad, where I just can't stop fretting at something until I get it down That's how that main portion of this path got down in the first place. I started late Saturday evening, and by about that time the next day had the path laid down up to that last bit at the end that past the pillar, when I ran out of brick and sand.
also surprise cameo from mah best boi
I just went ahead and moved the rock back in and finished it.
It's weird, I'll be the first person to tell you that I'm a bit lazy, but then every once in a while I get "target fixation" real bad, where I just can't stop fretting at something until I get it down That's how that main portion of this path got down in the first place. I started late Saturday evening, and by about that time the next day had the path laid down up to that last bit at the end that past the pillar, when I ran out of brick and sand.
also surprise cameo from mah best boi
In the US, Tito's is a delicious vodka. You may refer to me as it if you like.
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So since Horseman decided I wasn't allowed to even share my mundane and humiliating life experiences, I thought well if I am going to be criticized for every little thing I have done in my life anyways, and how I go about trying to explain it, I might as well go ahead and share some of my " Misadventures" while I wait for my pain meds to kick in so I can go back to sleep. As crazy as this sounds, yes this is actually a true story. I have had so many crazy things happen, this is one though that makes me crack up every time I see a raccoon or think about camping. I pretty much had a crazy bunch of friends I grew up with and for a while it was just a lot happening nonstop in my life. After finals one year, me and a group of my friends decided to go camping. We had a bunch of tents set up with our campfire in the middle. First, one of the guys I grew up with decided he was going to drop lsd and he was starting to have it kick in so one of my other friends starts messing with him telling him crazy stories to get him all paranoid about someone getting their fingers chopped off with scissors and then he took these scissors that you could cut through a penny with and started cutting tree branches and asking him if that sounded like bones cracking so became so freaked out he kept his fingers in his pockets. Then a different friend threw whistling chasers in campfire and when they went off the guy who was doing lsd ran off screaming through the woods and we didn't know where he went for a while... anyhow I was making dinner during all this . I actually made spaghetti AND garlic bread on an open fire. Yes, I know that isn't typical "campfire food" but I am not typical anyhow so I didn't care and made it anyways. We ate dinner and then some guys went to look for the guy who ran off into the woods tripping, and I went to go to get some sleep because we had originally intended on going hiking early in the morning.
Then I heard someone eating potato chips or something in the front room of my tent. It was a two room tent and me and my ex were asleep in the back room. SO I asked my friend sleeping in another tent if he had gotten hungry and came into our tent to get a snack and he said "no.. I am in my tent all tucked in.". So I unzip the tent divider just a little bit and OMG there was a massive "Daddy sized"' raccoon inside my tent eating chips. and I jumped back to the back of my tent shocked. So then my ex grabbed a crystal candlestick holder ( because yes that is what I brought to hold candles while camping because that is how I roll) and threw it hard right between the eyes of the monster raccoon and he made a crazy sound and fell backwards then ran out of the tent making insane noises. Because other raccoons were getting into our trash, my friend decided to tie it up hanging from a tree. So then the guys came back who went looking for the tripping guy, but they couldn't find him so then everyone tie wrapped the doors shut to the tents so the raccoons couldn't come in and tried to go to sleep again. Then again I heard rattling outside this time and peek out the tent window and it is a raccoon swinging on the trash bag from the tree, pretty much like Miley Cyrus on her wrecking ball and I don't know why I said this to the raccoon, but I did it anyways.. the whiskey we had drank that night MIGHT have had something to do with it but anyhow.. I went" PSST! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOIN? !" to the raccoon swinging on the trashbag out my tent window. Then unexpectedly, I thought the raccoon would just ignore me and be content messing with our trash, but no, the damn thing jumped off the trash bag and rushed at my tent window making horrific rabid noises and started clawing and scratching at my tent window trying to rip my face off for daring to speak to it. Anyone who has ever been in one of those nylon popup tents with the mesh windows knows that material is super thin and that was all that as standing between me and this psycho raccoon. Of course I jumped back to the other side of the tent and was screaming like Crazy and my ex was freaking out pretty bad as well... so then my other friend in another tent grabbed the pots and pans and started banging them and scared it off... LUCKILY. Anyhow. The raccoons have just declared war and no one was going back to sleep after that.
My friend who scared them off grabbed the hammock and made a tree trap where you bend the trees down and the plan was supposed to be we use the left over spaghetti to lure the raccoons on to the hammock and the trap was supposed to " sack them up" and he was going to toss it to the other side of the river we were camped next to. He set up the trap and used garlic bread as the trigger. Everything was going as planned. We were back hiding drinking our whisky in the dark silently waiting for the raccoons to come back and they did. and my friend goes " try the garlic bread" making a joke.. BUT the raccoon actually did.. but.. it didn't sack up the raccoon, it catapulted it onto a neighboring camp sight and hit their tent. A neighboring camp site that looked like a couple of people having sex in a tent with a light on inside so everyone could see the shadows of what was happening in there so we were pretty much dying laughing at that point. but it got worse.. My friend reset the trap and the raccoons kept coming back for more like it was some sort of amusement park ride and the raccoons KEPT hitting their tent and they were freaking the F out because our campsite was all dark and they couldn't see anyone so they thought they were being attacked by psycho flying raccoons and eventually ran out of the tent partially dressed and jumped in their car and drove off all freaked out not even bothering to take their tent. We kept doing this after they left though because it was just too funny and there was no way were going to sleep at this point anyhow.
So we finally try and get some sleep and after about 3 or so hours of sleep we woke up to find the guy who had run off tripping had come back and had slept the entire night with his fingers in his pockets because he was afraid they would be chopped off. When we asked him where he went the next day, he said he ran through campsites with people sleeping getting mad at him and then he thought the forest was out to get him because he kept hearing his name coming from the trees ( the guys who were actually looking for him earlier) so he hid under a picnic table freaked out most of the night. LOL
Then I heard someone eating potato chips or something in the front room of my tent. It was a two room tent and me and my ex were asleep in the back room. SO I asked my friend sleeping in another tent if he had gotten hungry and came into our tent to get a snack and he said "no.. I am in my tent all tucked in.". So I unzip the tent divider just a little bit and OMG there was a massive "Daddy sized"' raccoon inside my tent eating chips. and I jumped back to the back of my tent shocked. So then my ex grabbed a crystal candlestick holder ( because yes that is what I brought to hold candles while camping because that is how I roll) and threw it hard right between the eyes of the monster raccoon and he made a crazy sound and fell backwards then ran out of the tent making insane noises. Because other raccoons were getting into our trash, my friend decided to tie it up hanging from a tree. So then the guys came back who went looking for the tripping guy, but they couldn't find him so then everyone tie wrapped the doors shut to the tents so the raccoons couldn't come in and tried to go to sleep again. Then again I heard rattling outside this time and peek out the tent window and it is a raccoon swinging on the trash bag from the tree, pretty much like Miley Cyrus on her wrecking ball and I don't know why I said this to the raccoon, but I did it anyways.. the whiskey we had drank that night MIGHT have had something to do with it but anyhow.. I went" PSST! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOIN? !" to the raccoon swinging on the trashbag out my tent window. Then unexpectedly, I thought the raccoon would just ignore me and be content messing with our trash, but no, the damn thing jumped off the trash bag and rushed at my tent window making horrific rabid noises and started clawing and scratching at my tent window trying to rip my face off for daring to speak to it. Anyone who has ever been in one of those nylon popup tents with the mesh windows knows that material is super thin and that was all that as standing between me and this psycho raccoon. Of course I jumped back to the other side of the tent and was screaming like Crazy and my ex was freaking out pretty bad as well... so then my other friend in another tent grabbed the pots and pans and started banging them and scared it off... LUCKILY. Anyhow. The raccoons have just declared war and no one was going back to sleep after that.
My friend who scared them off grabbed the hammock and made a tree trap where you bend the trees down and the plan was supposed to be we use the left over spaghetti to lure the raccoons on to the hammock and the trap was supposed to " sack them up" and he was going to toss it to the other side of the river we were camped next to. He set up the trap and used garlic bread as the trigger. Everything was going as planned. We were back hiding drinking our whisky in the dark silently waiting for the raccoons to come back and they did. and my friend goes " try the garlic bread" making a joke.. BUT the raccoon actually did.. but.. it didn't sack up the raccoon, it catapulted it onto a neighboring camp sight and hit their tent. A neighboring camp site that looked like a couple of people having sex in a tent with a light on inside so everyone could see the shadows of what was happening in there so we were pretty much dying laughing at that point. but it got worse.. My friend reset the trap and the raccoons kept coming back for more like it was some sort of amusement park ride and the raccoons KEPT hitting their tent and they were freaking the F out because our campsite was all dark and they couldn't see anyone so they thought they were being attacked by psycho flying raccoons and eventually ran out of the tent partially dressed and jumped in their car and drove off all freaked out not even bothering to take their tent. We kept doing this after they left though because it was just too funny and there was no way were going to sleep at this point anyhow.
So we finally try and get some sleep and after about 3 or so hours of sleep we woke up to find the guy who had run off tripping had come back and had slept the entire night with his fingers in his pockets because he was afraid they would be chopped off. When we asked him where he went the next day, he said he ran through campsites with people sleeping getting mad at him and then he thought the forest was out to get him because he kept hearing his name coming from the trees ( the guys who were actually looking for him earlier) so he hid under a picnic table freaked out most of the night. LOL
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