No One Could Ever Not Be A Second Option To Pretty Much Any Cat

no one could ever not be a second option to pretty much any cat

shit's going down upstairs

just heard my little sister yell "they made a my little pony animation for it!"

do I smell a Parasol Protectorate reference?

if it is then the little crunchies are preserved nonviable sheep embryos, just fyi

DM: Are you drunk after only one mug of ale?

Barbarian: Well, I had the formaldehyde, with the little crunchies–

DM: The innkeeper did NOT serve you formaldehyde–

Barbarian: I stepped out and found the local physician. The local veterinarian, actually.

*tddl tddl tddl* what's this?

the graceful shadow moves smoothly, undetected in the evening gloo-

"Hey! Pete, that's my chicken!"

how? how could this be?

(by Roberto Rodríguez)

want out!