"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU'RE NOT PEPÉ LE PEW"
Don't be silly, I don't sleep.
What if I AM my own fursona?
Ignoring all the obvious reactions at a situation as far-out as this and realizing that he's me, but hairier and furrier, I'd first be like:
"Man, even in as a Furry I'm skinny!"
Then I'd be like:
"Finally! Someone else to play Street Fighter with on an equal level! Maybe he can play LEGO Racers as well as I do!!"
Then I'll probably high-five him and he'll return inside of me. :/
I'd play a friendly game of Hide-And-Go-Fuck-Myself.
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Originally posted by Aden:
Thursday: "I'm thankful that our family can be together to partake in this bountiful meal. Let us have health, wealth, and happiness throughout this joyful holiday season."
Friday: "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT XBOX YOU CUNT I CALLED IT"
Put her in a purse and walk around like bitches do with dogs in their purses.
"I have a purse archeopteryx, your argument is invalid."
Then I'd sic her on the stinkbugs still in my house.
Seeing as how mine is a raptor, it wouldn't end well.
Assuming I had a bed big enough for two people, I'd roll over and try to go back to sleep. Then if he was still there I would be like "Get the fuck out of my bed before I call the cops." Then I'd feel all bad and wonder about what all happened that would cause him to be there... then I'd call the cops.
"Coffee or tea?"
Lesse, big ol goobird...
Endless fun :V
I'd probably flip the shit out as I ran out of the room.
(Everything from this point down is assuming he didn't kill me first.)
Then, once I had calmed down, I would've asked questions from behind my doorframe.
After that, we would sit, chat, and play video games.
Sell it to SCIENCE.
Wow, well, we'd party that's for sure :P
Never give up, never give in
Well what i would actually do is.
Sit down and drink together and sing till we fall asleep.
Then the next day repeat.
GLORIOUS FUCKING TURNIPS ON GLORIOUS FUCKING TURNIP FARM
sure is 2008 in here
Anyway, what would I do... Well...
I'd get him to work doing housekeeping.
Once upon a boardroom cheery, an executive pondered a query
How could we take these snack cakes and sell some more?
While he noodled, his head he was slapping, but suddenly came a tapping
As if some gnarly bro annoyingly rapping, rapping at the boardroom door
"Tis some sk8 rat," he muttered, "tapping at my boardroom door -
Totally radical, nothing more."
Protect it from scientist that may be chasing her, hide in a high mountain range, live by candle light and camp fire in a cave where I will discover the true meaning of survival and get in touch with my inner beast...
Or sell her to science and make a ton of cash. Depends on my mood.
Saria: You'd sell me out!!
Shut up and get back in my head!
I'd bury myself in it's fur and fall back asleep.
I would probably run like hell since my fursona carries two swords (one longer than I am tall), and two semi-automatic hand guns.Shes also not the happiest person on the planet either.
Country Music Rap.
@Riyeko - Just to throw this out there, but I DIED laughing when i read your sig!
Things would get freaky.
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