Oh, FUCK that whore rabbit! If we wanted slutty bunnies, we'd call R. Crumb!

People want their bunnies pure, and full of spunk!

(sooOOOOoo much spunk...)

That's why Lola Bunny is a complete slut compared to the perfection that is JUDY FUCKIN' HOPPS!

Judy Hopps doesn't fool around with sports! NO -- her job is to KICK ASS (and start the occasional race war). She whupped a rhino's ass! She whooped a cheetah's ass! She whupped BATMAN'S ass! Just LOOK at that gorgeous rabbit, with her long ears, twitchy nose and the kinda wide hips that are just made for grabbing and . . . uhh . . .

Have I mentioned the spunk?

Oh, she is FULL of spunk! She's just DRIPPING with so much spunk! And it's not rabbit spunk -- none of that for HER! It's FOX spunk she's dripping with! What an amazingly spunky bunny! She fulla so much spunk, she just can't contain it -- and I have the pictures to prove it!

(sooOOOO many pictures...)

I wanna state for the record, right here and now, that I am in no way, shape, or form, a Furry in a manner which is legally disprovable by my attorney. My turgid passion for Judy Hopps is purely platonic in the opposite meaning of that word.

Seriously, fuck Lola -- JUDY HOPPS FOREVER!!!!

Y'know, I saw that picture taken in New South Wales (Aussieland) of the gigantic goddamn spider that'd caught, and was in the process of eating, a sparrow. So I thought, "Huh -- that's some fucked-up shit right there, y'all..."

In your life, you will come to certain milestones, one of which is "accepting shit you ain't gonna be able to do nothin' about..." Y'know, stuff like Japanese people clubbing dolphins, the GOP and Furries. I mean, you're totally appalled, but there ain't shit you can do about it. You either accept it and move on, or head up to the roof of the apartment complex across the street from Anthrocon and see if you can get your name on the board.

That brings us back to the Dante-esque horror that was the gigantic goddamn spider from Boganland. What're you gonna do, right? You know that spider's paid off the Prime Minister and is on a Qantas flight to parts unknown (probably in whatever that class is that's above Business Class that the airlines keep totally fuckin' secret because of fears that if you found out they were serving dolphin steak and cocaine up near the pointy end of the aircraft, you might just decided to jump out of your seat, charge the hidden door to the Coked-Up Cetacean Lounge, and proceed to hoover every last flake of that fine, fine Peruvian blow -- or get shot seven times in the back if you're black) and will soon be consume children, the elderly, or blasted passengers stumbling off a Qantas A-380 with a wild look in their eyes and a coke-stache that would embarrass Chuck Barris.

So the moral of this story is: Jesus FUCK I love cocaine!!

Times like this I really miss my furry minions.

Drug-addled Furries -- I mean, how ridiculous! Who's ever heard of such an outrageous thing and -- uh, wait.

Disney is doing a live-action remake of Robin Hood. I foresee "Cats"-level awfulness, followed by a cacophony of Furries wailing like the damned.

On the other hand, if you've ever wanted a to score with a real Maid Marion, here comes your chance!

*quality dissection of what "a few bad apples" means in context.
This entire crop is spoiled, tainted by the toxic sludge oozing from the bad apple at the top all the way down.

Are there some police, even most, who would never attack citizens, arrest someone they know to be innocent based on race, or falsify charges? Absolutely. Unfortunately there's a statistical vacuum when it comes to policing themselves. That makes them all accessories after the crime under the law, and as a fact.
The bad apples couldn't represent the police if the police fired them with permanent nationwide records so they can't just move to the next police force after being fired for crimes. Instead they shield and hide those rotting apples behind their blue wall, tainting themselves in the process.

When I see an Apple going bad, I throw it out immediately...I don't wait until it's become slimy and furry, spoiling all my fruit.

"She was a half-kilometer from home -- she almost made it! -- but then the Furries came...OH, how they came! They came and they came and they came and they came!! She was hot-glued to the ground! It was terrible!"

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When did Indonesia annex Australia?

Australia is fine. 50c in the summer, no rain for months, millions of fresh water fish dying, towns running out of water, farms turning into dustbowls. Massive bushfires at the end of winter. No wuckin furries.

Protesting once a year is bound to fix everything...

My household income is about $30k for two adults and two stupid furry children (dog and cat). We live quite nicely because we aren't trying to keep up with the Jonses. We even go on international vacations almost yearly. It's really not that hard.

Love how these idiot reporters never get the history of the games right.
So forget about all the other wolfs it just went from wof3d to this did it?
Also it would have been a more entertaining video if that that furry mammal on reporters head lept back and forth from his head to the bald chicks head.

Anyway Die Nazi Scum!!!!!

Typical PC culture reducing the issue to identity politics. Is it ever valid for a norm to criticize a furry, even when he's throwing his rainbow corn all over?