I’d rather not, for a few reasons, but a major one is
Where are you getting this money?
Yiff blog.
Oh…
I finally got someone to see Disney’s Zootopia with, a friend of mine. She is also a furry, I might bring a few people with me, but there’s at least one, I know like 2 furries (and one dude who says he’s a furry but he means anime homies with ears) so yeah, I’m gonna ask those two furry girls (one already said yes) and I’m gonna ask the girl I’m in love with that I always talk about, but she’ll probrobly say no because of her boyfriend.
Hell, sorry about no posts today, here’s a joke a guy told me to make up for it
Why was the guitarist arrested
For fingering A minor.
It went up when I posted one of these text-only posts, thanks for being patient
I tried to post this morning but it still hasn’t gone up I’ll try again later.
In the US they’re showing Roger Waters’ The Wall some more. It was supposed to be a one time thing but they’re having more showings. It’s not really a documentary like they said, check it out, it is awesome I saw it the first night. It’s a lot of concert footage and random other stuff mixed in, has some funny parts, some sad parts, and a british guy firing an MP40 into a concert. Boom. Best review. 27 out of 10 stars on my review 9 out of 10 on the movie.
Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more ‘aaaaaaaah!’
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on, it’s time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.
Well, without being there and not seing the gun in person, I’d say go to a gunsmith
There were almost no favorable posts on my dashboard for me to upload for me and you, so I guess I ought to make it up to y'all tomorrow.
Well none of this art is mine, so you’d have to find and ask the author.
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces, where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces, in search of more, and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract disease?
And bury bones, break up homes, send flowers by phone?
Take to drink go to shrinks, give up meat rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets, train dogs race rats, fill the attic with cash, bury treasure, store up up leasure, but never relax at all…
With our backs to the wall.