amidst a sea of catchphrases and memes there was a shining jewel of pure mspaint depravity. guess the furries are good for mindbreaking fanart, if nothing else.
Here’s the direct link to the thread. *Chan threads are notoriously short lived, though, so you may want to save this and host them somewhere. If you dare.
I’m shocked at how acrimonious the furry-types were towards this Roland character and his little bet. Do you think they are petulent because they feel like a marginalized population of second-class citizens, or are they just cranky because they can never have sex with a dinosaur?
Oh pish posh, Eric. Imageboards are the grand melting pot of users from all walks who enjoy a good roast. In fact, you sound like quite the fellow to revel in our little sport. Come, be another of the many randomly flung fists in the crowd of Anonymous. We’ll be happy to postulate wildly at your own motives in return!
Ah yes, Eric…I’m sure your mother’s many years of prostitution left her emotionally dead to you, no doubt influencing your preference for the cold metallic comfort of your toaster oven. It must be heartbreaking to lose so many of your lovers to spooge-induced short circuits…you’d be a sad and lonely man indeed were Walmart not open 24 hours to serve your late night appliancy fetishes.
Actually, if you go to a furry convention, you’ll find plenty of people who don’t do the fursuit crap. I find that kind of thing disgusting myself to be honest, and for that group, I fully say they should be kicked out of the genetic pool.But, back to the subject, some people claim to be furries, because they are fans of the art, and the concept, and maybe fantasize about being an anthro creature. You’re speaking about the extremists, whom do the kind of stuff you wrote. IE the fursuit sex and stuff. blah.
Do not pander to these fucking weirdos, SIR! Do you really need the sales so badly as to stoop to pandering to a bunch of sexual deviants whose sole problem is they loved their fucking plush dolls a little too fucking much.
Be a man, ya faggots. Dress up like a Ghostbusters. It’s the manly thing to do.
In the immortal words of the Poet:
“You ain’t never been with a lady robot! How you know you won’t like it?”
“…All our ladies have basic Ethernet. Read e-mail during boff, surf web, whatever is needed.”
Thank you, Onstad, for teaching us all to laugh and love…again.
Ghostbusters? I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, since it’s typical for your garden variety corpulent, acne-riddled wastrel to fantasize about being a super hero figure. PIty your social skills never developed enough to come anywhere close your heroes’ charisma and wit, and you can only dream of doing something remotely as useful with your life as you sit there in the dark, hunched over your keyboard, surrounded by boxes of DC and Marvel comics all neatly packaged in their plastic sleeves. In your mom’s basement.
Only on here, my dear chap. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t mistaken for one of you sad sods 🙂
And yes, the fat nerd in the basement stereotype is the default for the unimaginative, apologies for not devoting the time to crafting a more creative insult.
Ah, poor Eric, his imagination stretched to its limits, he’s resorted to repeating himself. As in all things, he turns out to be only a one-shot wonder…
Just stating the major premise for my seminal thesis “Unrequited Archosaurian Sexual Syndrome and its effects on aggression in Homo sapiens threadboardensis”. Nobel Prize, here I come (can’t wait to meet that Princess Madeline of Sweden)!
Now look, I don’t want to have to moderate a war between the furries and the Ghostbusters, even though I would love to see photographs of it more than I’d want to be in a 3-way with Christina Ricci and Winona Ryder.
Furfag, you are ordered to write a nice piece of Slimer/Stay Puft Marshmallow man erotic fiction for Bo. And Bo, you are ordered to make sweet love to a Beanie Baby and give a YouTube testimonial about how you are still a man despite it. All friends now?
I shall cater to your sick, perverse little fetish, Yungbluth. But some day–and that day may never come–I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. Neither erotica nor Ghostbusters are my particular forte so you a modicum of patience will be required.
My favorite is the one that says ‘fuck your ugly ass character’ because I imagine the artist weighing in on Roadkill’s relative attractiveness to other cartoon animals. Poor Roadkill… never to make it in the cat erotica business.
First off, i’m not even going to begin to point out the sheer fucking irony in a fucking fur-fetishist telling me I have poor social skills. Your whole goddamned fetish is full to the fucking brim with social rejects who “Wish their outer beauty could reflect their inner beauty”. You show me ONE goddamned fursuiting fuckwad who can even somewhat begin to pass as a normal human being on any level. You can’t do it. Shit, One of my best friends is one of you full blown furfags and he can barely goddamned function any sort of day to day level without having some aspergers induced confrontation with someone because the motherfucker is such a goddamned social misfit.
My social inadequacies have nothing to do with comics and nerdery, The only comics I own are the one our dark lord here has sold me. My poor social skills are due to the fact that i’m an angry vindictive prick, with sociopathic tendencies, a love for wild turkey, and a head full of fucking bad intentions. I’m very well aware of the problems floating around in my fucking domepiece, so you can save your Furry Fucking Freud routine for someone who WOULDN’T turn you into a hate crime statistic. So please Bambi, chime in with your 2 cents again, I dare yas.
YESSSS! Your hate has made you powerful! Now give me all your money and agree to weekly thetan-scrapings at my Scientology clinic and your journey to the Dark Side will be complete.
And Elka…Roadkill will become the furry stroke fantasy I have always imagined him as! I swear it!!
Bo Holbrook, I am deeply offended by your post and I’m utterly infuriated by your attitude – your insistence that a) fursuiters are NEVER normal human beings capable of functioning in society (Come on, you can’t really believe this sack of horseshit?) and that b) abnormality, which produces fascinating individuals, is somehow utterly inferior to cookie-cutter ‘normality’, in all cases.
Not only that, your friend struggles with his AS every goddamn day, and it doesn’t sound like you or anyone around you does a damn thing to help make his life easier (and believe me, he needs it!), perhaps because he’s got Asperger’s, perhaps because he’s a furry. Neither should be an excuse to treat him in any way but DECENTLY.
Sorry to interrupt with a somewhat legitimate question, but what happened to the comic? Chapters seem out of order and clicking the next button jumps ahead weeks at a time.
Is this some new storywriting method? Captcha calls it thetMak various, and it’s not far wrong.
JY: If you are referring to the “Jump to the Next Storyline” feature on the left sidebar, those storylines are for Deep Fried (except for the one at the top, which is for the current Weapon Brown storyline), and yes, they jump around, since most of my Deep Fried strips were one-offs and not ongoing stories.
Haw haw! checked that out; once ya get past the ‘tits on a dragon’ thing these folks have some great artwork! Can’t imagine hangin’ that in my living room though. No matter, I’m more interested in what people drive than their sexual orientation. Unless it’s a spunky lady looking for the company of a slightly overweight tradesman! I missed the original show; what the hell started that thread?
– Oh, and i had a mental image of Beetle splatterin’ on a windshield! Of course tanks don’t have windshields…
amidst a sea of catchphrases and memes there was a shining jewel of pure mspaint depravity. guess the furries are good for mindbreaking fanart, if nothing else.
Here’s the direct link to the thread. *Chan threads are notoriously short lived, though, so you may want to save this and host them somewhere. If you dare.
I’m shocked at how acrimonious the furry-types were towards this Roland character and his little bet. Do you think they are petulent because they feel like a marginalized population of second-class citizens, or are they just cranky because they can never have sex with a dinosaur?
Oh pish posh, Eric. Imageboards are the grand melting pot of users from all walks who enjoy a good roast. In fact, you sound like quite the fellow to revel in our little sport. Come, be another of the many randomly flung fists in the crowd of Anonymous. We’ll be happy to postulate wildly at your own motives in return!
So you’d basically give each fetish a twisted version of what they want?
My motives always are and shall remain clandestine, inviolate, and unrelated to animal-naughty bits (because I only have sex with robots).
I see… that must have been painful with the older models.
Ah yes, Eric…I’m sure your mother’s many years of prostitution left her emotionally dead to you, no doubt influencing your preference for the cold metallic comfort of your toaster oven. It must be heartbreaking to lose so many of your lovers to spooge-induced short circuits…you’d be a sad and lonely man indeed were Walmart not open 24 hours to serve your late night appliancy fetishes.
Actually, if you go to a furry convention, you’ll find plenty of people who don’t do the fursuit crap. I find that kind of thing disgusting myself to be honest, and for that group, I fully say they should be kicked out of the genetic pool.But, back to the subject, some people claim to be furries, because they are fans of the art, and the concept, and maybe fantasize about being an anthro creature. You’re speaking about the extremists, whom do the kind of stuff you wrote. IE the fursuit sex and stuff. blah.
Do not pander to these fucking weirdos, SIR! Do you really need the sales so badly as to stoop to pandering to a bunch of sexual deviants whose sole problem is they loved their fucking plush dolls a little too fucking much.
Be a man, ya faggots. Dress up like a Ghostbusters. It’s the manly thing to do.
Oh god, now I have learned the full story. What have you done?!
In the immortal words of the Poet:
“You ain’t never been with a lady robot! How you know you won’t like it?”
“…All our ladies have basic Ethernet. Read e-mail during boff, surf web, whatever is needed.”
Thank you, Onstad, for teaching us all to laugh and love…again.
Ghostbusters? I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, since it’s typical for your garden variety corpulent, acne-riddled wastrel to fantasize about being a super hero figure. PIty your social skills never developed enough to come anywhere close your heroes’ charisma and wit, and you can only dream of doing something remotely as useful with your life as you sit there in the dark, hunched over your keyboard, surrounded by boxes of DC and Marvel comics all neatly packaged in their plastic sleeves. In your mom’s basement.
This coming from someone whose handle on the internets is furfag?
And all this acromony here? Totally the dinosaur thing, man.
Only on here, my dear chap. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t mistaken for one of you sad sods 🙂
And yes, the fat nerd in the basement stereotype is the default for the unimaginative, apologies for not devoting the time to crafting a more creative insult.
Ah, poor Eric, his imagination stretched to its limits, he’s resorted to repeating himself. As in all things, he turns out to be only a one-shot wonder…
Just stating the major premise for my seminal thesis “Unrequited Archosaurian Sexual Syndrome and its effects on aggression in Homo sapiens threadboardensis”. Nobel Prize, here I come (can’t wait to meet that Princess Madeline of Sweden)!
Now look, I don’t want to have to moderate a war between the furries and the Ghostbusters, even though I would love to see photographs of it more than I’d want to be in a 3-way with Christina Ricci and Winona Ryder.
Furfag, you are ordered to write a nice piece of Slimer/Stay Puft Marshmallow man erotic fiction for Bo. And Bo, you are ordered to make sweet love to a Beanie Baby and give a YouTube testimonial about how you are still a man despite it. All friends now?
Furry, I can’t decide wither you should live or die~
VERY WELL
I shall cater to your sick, perverse little fetish, Yungbluth. But some day–and that day may never come–I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. Neither erotica nor Ghostbusters are my particular forte so you a modicum of patience will be required.
Wow… just wow.
My favorite is the one that says ‘fuck your ugly ass character’ because I imagine the artist weighing in on Roadkill’s relative attractiveness to other cartoon animals. Poor Roadkill… never to make it in the cat erotica business.
First off, i’m not even going to begin to point out the sheer fucking irony in a fucking fur-fetishist telling me I have poor social skills. Your whole goddamned fetish is full to the fucking brim with social rejects who “Wish their outer beauty could reflect their inner beauty”. You show me ONE goddamned fursuiting fuckwad who can even somewhat begin to pass as a normal human being on any level. You can’t do it. Shit, One of my best friends is one of you full blown furfags and he can barely goddamned function any sort of day to day level without having some aspergers induced confrontation with someone because the motherfucker is such a goddamned social misfit.
My social inadequacies have nothing to do with comics and nerdery, The only comics I own are the one our dark lord here has sold me. My poor social skills are due to the fact that i’m an angry vindictive prick, with sociopathic tendencies, a love for wild turkey, and a head full of fucking bad intentions. I’m very well aware of the problems floating around in my fucking domepiece, so you can save your Furry Fucking Freud routine for someone who WOULDN’T turn you into a hate crime statistic. So please Bambi, chime in with your 2 cents again, I dare yas.
YESSSS! Your hate has made you powerful! Now give me all your money and agree to weekly thetan-scrapings at my Scientology clinic and your journey to the Dark Side will be complete.
And Elka…Roadkill will become the furry stroke fantasy I have always imagined him as! I swear it!!
I must insist anyone who scrapes my thetan buy me a drink first.
Bo Holbrook, I am deeply offended by your post and I’m utterly infuriated by your attitude – your insistence that a) fursuiters are NEVER normal human beings capable of functioning in society (Come on, you can’t really believe this sack of horseshit?) and that b) abnormality, which produces fascinating individuals, is somehow utterly inferior to cookie-cutter ‘normality’, in all cases.
Not only that, your friend struggles with his AS every goddamn day, and it doesn’t sound like you or anyone around you does a damn thing to help make his life easier (and believe me, he needs it!), perhaps because he’s got Asperger’s, perhaps because he’s a furry. Neither should be an excuse to treat him in any way but DECENTLY.
And this conversation has officially jumped the anthropomorphic shark.
It’s mind over matter; I don’t mind and they don’t matter! (I’m a dragon, not a furry!)
– Anyways, I do admire Chuck’s problem solving skills!
JY: They have a name for your kind too: “scalies”.
Boom, Boom Out Goes the Lights!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XagQ3owbBEM
Sorry to interrupt with a somewhat legitimate question, but what happened to the comic? Chapters seem out of order and clicking the next button jumps ahead weeks at a time.
Is this some new storywriting method? Captcha calls it thetMak various, and it’s not far wrong.
JY: If you are referring to the “Jump to the Next Storyline” feature on the left sidebar, those storylines are for Deep Fried (except for the one at the top, which is for the current Weapon Brown storyline), and yes, they jump around, since most of my Deep Fried strips were one-offs and not ongoing stories.
Haw haw! checked that out; once ya get past the ‘tits on a dragon’ thing these folks have some great artwork! Can’t imagine hangin’ that in my living room though. No matter, I’m more interested in what people drive than their sexual orientation. Unless it’s a spunky lady looking for the company of a slightly overweight tradesman! I missed the original show; what the hell started that thread?
– Oh, and i had a mental image of Beetle splatterin’ on a windshield! Of course tanks don’t have windshields…