Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Shane McNair, May 1, 2017.
Well it's less morally questionable LOL, at least you won.
Should have valued them ahaha
Totally, I could have been stinking rich, they could have been worth THOUSANDS!
I could have bought everyone on here a fursuit XD
All I remember of them is that they were of Pokemon that hadn't been released at the time *so it must have been the second generation ones*
Haha yes, it's a pretty cool word! Cats just love terrorizing poor innocent rodents don't they now? I know it's a hobby that my one canine has as well
Haha, they really do XD
What sort of dog do you have. My sister has a choco labrador
Aw I absolutely adore labs, they're just so endearing! I have two miniature schnauzers, both of which I refer to as the "terrier terrors"
Lol, "terrior terrors" XD Awesome
Scout (my ister's dog), is typically "labby" ~ he'll do anything for treats!
One time my glasses lense fell out into the ocean, and on the way back I ran head first into a street lamp
Oh my goodness, I hope you weren't hurt too much XD
It was mostly my pride that was hurt :'(
Btw I love your avatar. Are you a Wolf or a Husky? Or maybe a Malamute?
Thanks! It's just a dog I designed a long time ago, not a fursona. I still have yet to draw a real rocket seal hehe
Thank you! Most people don't care about stuff like that so it's nice for people to take an interest.
i talk to cats
But do they talk back? That's the real question.
we have confursations
Interesting fact about myself. Hmm ok. I've actually spent most of my childhood on two different islands close to Africa.
Ooh, which ones?
Madagascar, home of my alternate fursona. the mighty fossa?
When I was a kid we had three pet geese we got as adults from my uncle who rescued them or something, In my very clever child mind I named them Oswald, Aswald, and Roswald...Roswald was a girl so she ended up being Rose (Nicknames being Ozzy, Azzy, and Rosie)
Since they were rescues, they weren't quite the friendliest bunch, sometimes they let you get close to them but they'd mostly ignore you and stuff. They were about half my height at the time so to me they were BIG.
One day I was playing out by the pond near them when I confronted them, well since they got their freedom they became even more aggressive, so wouldnt you know it? One of those fuckers chased me down and I ran, I ended up tripping and falling, stomach on the ground head in the grass, it jumped right on top of me a few times before it walked off and returned to it's gangsta flock. It occurred to me seconds later that it probably thought it had just killed me and was satisfied when I no longer moved.
...and that's the story of how I was once killed by a goose
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