post more fogoat
I admit, I still don't get this image. I'm seeing string, mentos, and the coke, but I can't seem to understand what I'm actually looking at.
waiting for prt 2...
you lost 50 dollars
Because you burned 50 bucks
I'm working on it
what the fuck is wrong with you people?
back to /mlp/
why the fuck would I go to mlp? this and mlp are equally autistic
pt4 sorry op i fell asleep :(
There is a tack on the right hoof,when the fluffy is sent down the bottle,the mento will go in to the bottle
Thats what the comic portrays,but in reality nothing would happen
that was the last one the artist delete all sadly
i'm guessing fluffy threads are to relieve the hatred of mlp autism?
Fluffy was created as a chemo to the mlp invasion of 2010-2012.
It sort of stuck around and turned in to its own thing
it doesn't hurt
Dayum,thanks user it was great , im ok with that
any more? I LOVE this
The owner lady is clearly a NEET and little better than a fluffy.
dunno but i love foal abuse
well congratulations you fucking goofs, you've managed to become more autistic than mlp's fanbase
So when's the fluffy chemo gonna wipe your cringe threads off this board?
Mind if in do a bump story? I've never done one, but I have an idea for an off world encounter
Dont you have anything better to do?
whats the big deal all fan base have some sort of autistism
Do it, I love those.
Post more like that,the mare and the foals suffering is great
I'm what most people call homeless. But I call myself a nomad for hire. I'll kill iff it feels right.
I hitched a ride on a United Cosmic Civil Defense supply frigit, (buddy runs the damn thing) to a trade world. I was hopping to chase some delightful alien tale. But knowing the natuere of the universe, it would be mostly humans.
I snuck off the ship after 3 days of beans and waiting....
Do it with greentext,its better
I feel like I've heard this before . . .
After a good chunk of time wandering the city streets. Something stunk. It wasn't a dead pet. It was worse. Think expired milk.
I held my breath and made my way down the street....
The feminie bystanders held mutli colored horses, something I haven't seen in years. Even then, all I remember people who loved thes things were grade A cucks.
I hear birds chirrping. The women seem to be trying to calm them down. Normally I like it, but coming from these things... nope. I figured to walk further down
About a mile, I hear a child screaming in pain. My heart froze and then kicked into overdrive in a moment, pulling a revolver from my weapons storage deck (WSD)
Whoever made this obviously doesn't understand how thermometers work
where do you think you are? this is Sup Forums, the whole reason anybody is here is because they have nothing to do
This reminds me of mass efect
I round the corner.
If this were anyother sentient being, I would've felt bad. But I was heavily conflicted.
These... pests of color were in some sort of turf war. What apeared to be the leader, or smarty, on my left was black with red eyes.... I'll call him, "nigger faggot"
On the opposing sidd was a horned. Female... I think, its voice was a higher pitch. That or something chewed off its balls, ZING!
More please :"3
Any way... Nigger faggot went off on the other one with his gang pipping in about "no-no"s" "tummy sketties" and even poor attempts at slurs, calling each other, "pweban" or "wee wee mouth"
But between the two was something that disturbed me... it was a small one, its ass blasted like a plastic explosive. Maybe this was somesort of rape thing... I wasn't sure.
I speak up. "Hey! Shit for brains"
They all look at me, then back at each other. Seems they found a common enemy to go against. So they charge, their wee little hooves clamping against the dusty asphalt as they try to kill me.
Their nibbles were like wet pinches. But my chuckles stopped when a red one took a massive wet shit on my shoe...
"ENOUGH!" I yelled, shooting a round into the air.
They don't stop. Inpick up the red shit head by the scruff of his neck. What apeared rk be the lesser ranked ones stopped.
heh.... limo fluf
"Pwut wed tuffy dowwn, oh get sowwy poopies" the bastard said, puffing out its cheeks with a scowl.
But a reminder. I almkst never wear shoes. When i do, its mostly because I feel good. I was "rick james bitch".
I'm not gonna let some little poney shit on me.
So like a rational humanoid, I twist and dislocate its lower leg, causing it to shreek in agony as the others stopped their attack to watch my brutal display.
I felt like a Handsom Jack! After I broke its leg, I scooped out an eye ball before I squished the red fuckers head like a wet pool ball with blood fur and chips, creating a wet and satisfying crunch.
With its red corpse, I squeezed out whatever shit it had left and smacked one into a dumpster. I was gonna make sure nothing messes with me like that. Before any could run past me, I kicked trhem back into each other.
You could've played classical Bach or something in slowmo and it would've been gory-ious! Teeth flying, bones breaking, children crying... well, they did sound like little children.
But a "mummah" went between my legs. Naturally, I kick ber back around and hold her down. I set my foot on top of her head.
"Pweasie missus! Don't squeesh nice fwuffy! Fwuffy no mean to be meanie!"
These things make good stress relief toys. So, I crush her skull in with the heel of my shoe, the onlookers chriping with tears.
Why the fuck do they chirp?
I aim my gun at what was the female leader, charging at me with what looked like vengance in her eyes. kek, she had a tiny one on her back.
I shoot two bullets into her. One splintering the baby into a bloody pulp, the other into a screaming mess with a missing leg.
Seems she couldn't stop carrying on. Everyone else, including nigger faggot, tried to claw their way out the brick wall blocking them...
They seem to keep begging me tostop, calling me "mummah". So I grab one and pistol wip the thing as it begged for its insgnificant life. I worked my up from the rear, smashing everu bone I could as it asked why it can't feel its legs.
"I am" boom, lost two amdominal vertebra
"Not!" To throactic veribra obliterated.
"AFUCKINGGIRL!" Cervical vertibra gone. Good luck breathing you whiney bitch.
Am I doing good?
you can stop now.
No. Please stop.
Would have been better as a greentext.
I love this artist.