Can't afford it right now, but I just needed to see the lineup for Monster Hunter Stories 3. There are lots of my lovelies in there, but apparently no Nergi, no Val, no Bazel. I need my dive bombs. That stings, man.
I was on a roll.
@rhythmchusky.bsky.social
It's scary how good this AI stuff is these days. Genuinely scary.
I plopped the smelly version on InkBunny.
Since you allow yourself some artistic license with my characters, I'll do the same with yours.
@rhythmchusky.bsky.social
Today I'm really in the mood for some cutesy diaper art.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLKp...
Aright. Let's draw some silly abdl diaper art.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrRW...
I envy you. I'd have to travel over to the Netherlands for stuff I'd trust, so it's just coke and rum for me.
I'll give all my old science and dinosaur books to the neighbor's kid. Apparently the kid gets nothing. Brought them some free stuff from the project and my other neighbor told me to give the kid the balloons and pencils directly or the mother might keep it hidden and use it as a birthday gift.
Cleaning out Ma's basement. In between old calendars and my children's drawings were some very very racist "jokes". This stuff must be from Pa. I knew he was an arsehole, but now here are some abysses we didn't know of.
In a nutshell. 😊
If your premiums went sky high, co/pays impossible, wait lists for PCP, clinics closing.☠️
I like your funny words, magic man.
I've finished Monster Hunter Wilds and played a fair bit on. But it's just no World or Rise. I couldn't name a single new monster or recall any of their themes. And the flagship monster... that was the no face Dr. Octopus bird, right?
And I had Magnamalo's theme as my ring tone for quite some time.
Thank you very much.
He came out really cute.
A little something for @mrrattenheimer.bsky.social
#furryart #diaperart
What time and the dishwasher did to Ernie and Bert.
I start at the feet and work my way up. And then I'll go back down again.
The honorary coworker woke up after her 3 week coma. And the social project, instead of sending her flowers or even get well wishes, sends her complaints over the state the project car is in and that she failed to return the car key after she had a fuckin' stroke at work.
I hate it here so much.
When they berate you over a product they find morally objectionable while massively indulging in a product you find morally objectionable.
You buying this means you're evil and need to die, me buying that is harmless and you're a stick in the mud.
Turns you needy little perv into a diaper. Then proceeds to use the sap I turned into a can instead.
Is this tf cucking? I don't know. But it's certainly mean and that's good enough for me.
You have my genuine sympathy.
I have you know "Oxygen" in German, roughly translated, is "Sour Stuff". And it's even pronounced that way.
Smithers from behind the hordes of children.
"But they've got a new rat!"
It's what I have to do over a single line of text. And I just don't have the power or will anymore.
The system works just as intended.
How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb, and my buddy.
*You don't have to eat it. It's okay if you don't love me.*
A friend is someone you give the knife and the instructions where to hurt you the most.
I want to lose weight. Told her I have no self control. She does a double course lunch, plus dessert and candy. Plus cheese wieners for taking home. When I call her out she apologizes for wanting to do something nice for me and that I'm an ungrateful arse.
I'll crack the 100kg this year.