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gay proprietor of honda thornehill 😁🏳️‍🌈 89 Steeles Ave W, exit 329 on the 401
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Orito Vibing Vry quick animation bc I wanted to see Orito move 🥺 ║ #SaucyArt | #SaucyAnimation | #SaucyOrito | #Furry ║

Nettles - Ethel Cain

i like timeless decision theory bcus its the most convoluted way to explain the "trying" out of "trying to make good choices"

timeless decision theory is great for me because ive never not been the person to make the exactly correct choice every time. so i dont even need to change because im already choosing

never kill ytourself. yuo can have pbr in the park while its eleven degrees out with transsexuals

they tried to cancel my swag for reading a misogynistic joke at the oscars, but Meryl Streep laughed and the acadamy won't cross her.

i meant cia

happy pride moth have a r/traa ass meme I made for our modren age

played through the whole tutorial but didnt learn how to turn my swag off? is there a keybind im missing. Update: thanks for all your advice. Thats just how video games worker back in the day

"boy i sure hope this candy doesnt sting on my tongue" boy named hot tamales:

papa smurf: every smurf is unique and different. but each smerf is useful in their own way. its our differences that make us stronger as a team smurf named faggy smurf:

whhite lady: hm how do i give my back yard a cottagey forest vibe? kid named Adirondack Chair:

my grandpa got lost in the jungle during the vietnam war. for three days without food or drinkable water. in a clearing he found my swag, but could not bring himself to turn it off. As he lay dying, a boy no older than found him and returned hours later with sliced mango and coconut water

300,000 dollar health and social services grant to examine the socioeconomic effect of turning my swag off.

ughh i hate it when adhd people are like "yeah lol coffee and energy drinks turn my swag off ^w^" yeah girl thats the adhd. cant relate

cis organized a fake car accident to try and replace my swag with an identical clone, made to resemble my swag through methods of plastic surgery and facial reconstruction. But I could smell the ruse a mile away. nobody fucks with my swag

they tried to cancel my swag for reading a misogynistic joke at the oscars, but Meryl Streep laughed and the acadamy won't cross her.

sorry fellas, would love to turn my swag off but my wife gets the final say

broke the United Nations Code For The Prohibition of Orbital Weapons Systems to try and turn my swag off. I'm not talking about kinetic weapons; tungsten steel alloy dropped from space. I mean weapons. and guess what

used my sick fucking abilities to hit a felix bombgarder from low earth orbit, instantly destryoing earths last hope of turning my swag off

built an american ninja warrior practice gym in my back yard for my son. neighbor boys came over and knocked down the slope which gradually becomes a 90 degree incline. i cried for 40 days because I knew i had just lost my last hope of turning off my swag

they made me give out footjobs at guantanimo bay. "my life is a movie" "my life is a game" "my life is a stage" BULL SHIT. my life is a hentai dojin you can only download from websites that parse spaces as underscores, AND THEY STILL CANT TURN MY SWAG OFF

i blow homos like hector salamanca. I suck cock like jesse pinkman. my blood is 98% pure coconut water with lime juice and to this day modern science is unaware if my swag can be turned off. all signs point to NO

35 trillion dollar dark money pentagon budget and guess what? they still cant turn my swag off

tried to turn my own swag off and found my heart burned and blackened, barely beating, looking like the gameboy advance they found at ground zero.

im literally unkillable. unless you turn my swag off. good luck with that, chump

they tried to turn my swag off. Six good men died that day, their skin galvanized like rubber, so tight over their bones it tenderized the muscle. They looked like horribly burned plastic dolls when they closed the casket. I have no remorse, but I do weep for the boy who longed to see his father

they did pancake family (a family of five slowly mutilated and compressed until they resemble a stack of pancakes, with functioning organs, the remains of higher thought, shitting from one intake to one output to one intake. they wait for death) with me and my worst enemy. guess who got the butter?

AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MY SWAG. THEY TRIED TO TURN OFF MY SWAG. WHAT THE FUCK

experiencing all moments in time at once but what can you do? my swag remains on

god reaches down my throat and the moment i gag lasts for an eternity. I feel every hair, every cell on the arm as god climbs into me, each moment a new eternity. his body moves slpwly like clay through mine, and my swag remains on.

in full moon the devil pierces through my eye and i do not see hell, but feel it. I feel the grindwheel of eternal damnation as though it were my own vertebrae. My eyes slip off the devil's ivory skin like fat in oil and i feel for the first time unknowing, like a baby. But my swag remains on.

tumors, obvious, rise to the surface of my skin. originally satisfied with eating away at my mind and body, the clumped cells now boil like syrup. the surrounding area balds and skin at the fold of my bumps dots itself daily with new ingrowns. but my swag cannot be turned off

frail and cold from the sickness. my skin clings to my bones like parchment paper and old signs of fat or muscle hand loose and sallow like pockmarked wax. My knees crack and buckle as I stand, sockets loose in the way rope becomes loose. but they cant turn my swag off

so covered in open sores and radiation burns. but my swag still cant be turned off B)

just found out the goo monster from robocop was like a guy or something in the prequels. thats fucked up

skin sloughing off like chernobyl: THEY CANNOT!!! TURN OFF!!!!!! MY SWAG!!!!!!!!!!!!

if yr a "mommy" type of person u should be obligated to carry around individually wrapped moist towelettes. or wet ones. for sticky messes

sometimes you are just going about your day. and then a cis person says "mouthfeel" in the way it is supposed to be used, and it just breaks you

me in the universe where gross stuff is lauded and adored. an inverted world where gross things tasted good and we turned our noses up at ketchup or mustard: "sneeze on mine"