Triffids don't steal your mind.
They sting you, wait for you to die and rot, and then slurp you up with their whippy tonguey things.
dlowan wrote:Triffids don't steal your mind.
They sting you, wait for you to die and rot, and then slurp you up with their whippy tonguey things.
You never hoid of a mutation?
Mutant triffids stole her mind. Slurped up her brain with their whippy tonguey things. Howeb.
someone call a medic!
the wabbit is clearly exhibiting the horrific effects of having been tongue-whipped by a mutant triffid...
Region Philbis wrote:
someone call a medic!
the wabbit is clearly exhibiting the horrific effects of having been tongue-whipped by a mutant triffid...
Nah...that's just Little Cousin Flossy.
She's a green point himalayan.
Let's get to the end of this page. Can't stand to see the poor little thing in such a state of seizure. It's howebble.
Roberta wrote:Let's get to the end of this page. Can't stand to see the poor little thing in such a state of seizure. It's howebble.
Yeah...scared the howeb outta me.
i miss Crazielady420
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patiodog wrote:Roberta wrote:This has been building for some time. I figure where better than here to finally spill it.
Patiodog, the can of ham on the dog's head disturbs me no end. I know it's just a picture, but in my demented brain, the can makes the dog uncomfortable. I try not to look, but you know how it is when you try not to look at something. You're ineffably drawn to it.
Do I feel better now that I've gotten that off my chest? Nope.
Ham?
You're crazy, lady?
Sorry, It must have been another of my hallucinations. Never mind.
Yeah, I gather the doggie is much of the time. Horny, I mean.
I like to play the cuckold, but the missus won't cooperate.
Merry Andrew wrote:Yeah, I gather the doggie is much of the time. Horny, I mean.
Randy little bugger Up and down like the Assyrian empire.
The horns ain't much of an improvement, pd.
Hey. Here's a thought.
What about ears?
