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I don't care about furries, kiddo. But I find it amusing that you do. It seems like something someone with bad taste would care about, I guess.

You don't get ads for sunglasses, you don't get Joker and now you don't get furries. You should crawl back into your mother's uterus and try again.

Just trying to brighten up your day, kid.

One day you will all grow up as I did and you'll realize that Star Wars was never good to begin with.

You could suck cock for money. Oh, I forget, your ex is already doing that.

Mmm ... benzos. Move to Europe, benzos are cheap over here. As cheap as our women.

I don't understand the people who collect all of them, but I do understand the ones who like a certain franchise (The Simpsons, Peanuts ...) and then add some Pops of that franchise to their collection. Unfortunately, a lot of collectors buy these dolls thinking they'll be worth a fortune one...

I don't "collect" them, but I have a couple of Joker Pops. I actually like the design of them, I like to think of them as 3D stick figures. They even remind me of how I draw: simple as fuck, with a slight focus on facial features. But whatever. If you hate it so much, just sell it or get rid of it.

Natural selection always finds a way.

Don't google 'bodybuilder fuck'.

Cynical people don't use dating apps, Arthur. Chances are she will ruin your day.

*tumbleweed*

And no one cares. Go figure.

Yeah, that's the exact sentence that got my cunt wet as fuck as well. Now all I can think about are nigger dicks. Preferably two so they can spitroast the Caucasian shit out of me. You're a dirty man, Aurelius. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you.

Pfffft. In 1985 cool kids walked around with their fly open and their dick hanging out. In the early 90's cool kids didn't even wear clothes. They would just rob old ladies and make an impromptu dress out of handbags, wigs, canes and rollators (which were pretty new and hip back then). And you...

'Does this mean I have to suck your cock again?' Johnny asked. Sir Cavanaugh smiled devilishly. 'You will suck,' he said, 'like you've never sucked before.' Johnny took the man meat, sighed and started working it hard.' Now and then you could hear Cavanaugh saying 'And now my balls' or 'Play my...

Johnny said he had to go home to do his homework, but Sir Cavanaugh insisted. 'They don't call me Protein Man because I have a nice smile, kid,' he joked. 'They call me Protein Man because I have a huge, fat, sweaty cock and because every squirt of my love sauce can potentially create life, a...

In cartoons your dog would just shrug it off, wouldn't she? But this isn't Cartoonland, this is reality and reality just said that your dog is completely fucked and you're partly to blame. Your dog had no business out there to begin with. There should at least have been a solid front door...