Furries please leave.
" Wow, being a furry, this intrigues me. I wish blizzard had made their various animals anatomically correct so questions like this could be answered. Someday..."
The above quote was not written in satire. That being said, furries still disturb me. Not only does their "lifestyle" (basically, their hobbies and obsession with furry-related nonsense) piss me off, I'm also pretty annoyed that they expect others to accept them as they are. What's even worse, is in discussions like the one where I extracted the above boldfaced gem, there are people who chime in every now and then with "DON'T GET ME WRONG, I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH FURRIES, BUT..."
IT'S OKAY TO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH FURRIES.
Let's put it in a different light. You know how sometimes when there are stupid arguments made for and against gay marriage ("NO, MAL. THERE ARE NO STUPID ARGUMENTS FOR GAY MARRIAGE." At least I can say I view it from both angles) that some moronic right-winger chimes in with "YEAH BUT WHAT NEXT??? PEOPLE MARRYING THEIR DOGS?!"?? Oh yeah, we all scoffed at that argument, even myself. Guess what, if that strange theory ever became reality, "Furries" would be the ones to bridge the gap between the already-blurred lines of sexual identity, and LEGALLY "YIFFING" A SHEEP.
I'm cool with just about anybody, but furries are where I draw the line.
Also, I don't ever want to hear "Truly, Madly, Deeply" on any televised program or movie ever again, let alone the radio. I'm not in 8th Grade anymore, and I was already tired of Savage Garden's dopey lyrics before I graduated back then. Maybe if I was mack-attacking some hot underaged chick back in the day, I'd still have fond memories of this damn song, but I didn't, so I don't.
IN OTHER NEWS: My sister bought a teacup chihuahua, people. I've about had enough.
The above quote was not written in satire. That being said, furries still disturb me. Not only does their "lifestyle" (basically, their hobbies and obsession with furry-related nonsense) piss me off, I'm also pretty annoyed that they expect others to accept them as they are. What's even worse, is in discussions like the one where I extracted the above boldfaced gem, there are people who chime in every now and then with "DON'T GET ME WRONG, I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH FURRIES, BUT..."
IT'S OKAY TO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH FURRIES.
Let's put it in a different light. You know how sometimes when there are stupid arguments made for and against gay marriage ("NO, MAL. THERE ARE NO STUPID ARGUMENTS FOR GAY MARRIAGE." At least I can say I view it from both angles) that some moronic right-winger chimes in with "YEAH BUT WHAT NEXT??? PEOPLE MARRYING THEIR DOGS?!"?? Oh yeah, we all scoffed at that argument, even myself. Guess what, if that strange theory ever became reality, "Furries" would be the ones to bridge the gap between the already-blurred lines of sexual identity, and LEGALLY "YIFFING" A SHEEP.
I'm cool with just about anybody, but furries are where I draw the line.
Also, I don't ever want to hear "Truly, Madly, Deeply" on any televised program or movie ever again, let alone the radio. I'm not in 8th Grade anymore, and I was already tired of Savage Garden's dopey lyrics before I graduated back then. Maybe if I was mack-attacking some hot underaged chick back in the day, I'd still have fond memories of this damn song, but I didn't, so I don't.
IN OTHER NEWS: My sister bought a teacup chihuahua, people. I've about had enough.