This image is certainly crying out for some creativity but I cannot decide whether to go with that story, or something about alarming new developments in the Furry community.
But the deadline is coming up and tigris keeps looking over my cubicle wall and reminding me "You need to finish that blogpost you promised!" And I say "What did your last slave die of?" And tigris says something about "repeated blunt-force trauma to the head".
"We need someone to do all the hard work without expecting a salary for it," whispered Another Kiwi from the next cubicle where he labours under the knout. "Someone stupid enough to think that Extensive Experience with the Riddled Amateur Dramatic Society will be a positive addition to their CV. An intern."
"I think they're called 'Graduate students'," I said.
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puffer fish=zombie trigger
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean that a trigger-fish is a zombie puffer?
ReplyDeleteThis metaphysics is confuzzling.
ReplyDeleteWe need someone to do all the hard work without expecting a salary for it," whispered Another Kiwi
Now that I recognize.
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without altering them to his presence...
ReplyDeleteGo ahead and alter! They is ugly fish.
Zombie puffer.
ReplyDeleteHateful Smut is hateful.
By the way, what time is the deadline? I find it difficult to get anything done unless there is some deadline (even if artificial) to provide panic and motivation.
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Deadlines come and deadlines go. What are you gonna do about it, that's what I'd like to know.
ReplyDeleteWe're late! We're late!
ReplyDeleteWe're late for an important date!
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As if I of all people would draw attention to anyone's lack of posting or scold them for it. I will need my full-body fencing kit back, though.
ReplyDeletezombie puffer fish
ReplyDeleteMoar Australian sex toys.
ReplyDeleteWow. That suit allows for some mighty well-defined buttocks, it does.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like the proactive and forward thinking addition of helicopter lifting rings on the shoulders. Along with the ID labels on the shoes, they seem to have considered all eventualities.
But I notice there are two exhaust vents on the headgear. Is our intrepid bringer of shallow puncture wounds expected to be smoking in there or something?
LOL
ReplyDeleteLove it.
This image is certainly crying out for some creativity but I cannot decide whether to go with that story, or something about alarming new developments in the Furry community.
ReplyDeleteHow about the accentuation of TEH BUTTOCKS? Quite alluring...
Uh, next time I'll read the comments first.
ReplyDeleteNeeds one of these.
ReplyDeleteDeadlines come and deadlines go.
ReplyDeleteTalking of Michelangelo.
J.Peasemold Prufrock
ReplyDeleteI bet you didn't know that you can identify species of scarab beetle larvae by the patterns of spines (rasters) around the anal slit.
ReplyDeleteAm I right?
Extraordinarily enough, that was precisely how I could recognize my wife when I'd been drinking...
ReplyDeleteidentify species of scarab beetle larvae
ReplyDeleteHow else would one win free tequilas during Tuesday Night Barman's Challenge sessions at the Old Entomologist?
"free tequila" is whatever an oxymoron is when it means that the good bit is balanced by a bad bit ("all-expenses-paid weekend for two in Buffalo")
ReplyDeleteBecause of all the sitting you could tell John's from Ringo's anus LIKE THAT.
ReplyDelete[i](rasters) around the anal slit.[/i]
ReplyDeleteDon't be beating on the rastaman.
The internet has changed since Bob died
ReplyDeleteExtraordinarily enough, that was precisely how I could recognize my wife when I'd been drinking...
ReplyDeletemust have been quite a scene when you were trying to find your wife at the end of the night in a crowded bar.
Wistful zombie is wistful.
ReplyDelete...what with missing an opportunity for free tequila.
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