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You can. Hollywood needs my permission first.
Artcow WogglebugLoveProductions / Cynthia Hanson / Cherie Anne Hapney - One Womanchild's Fruitless Quest to Make Her Cockroach Husbando a Household Name
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Yeah I just put that there so you can get a cut of her cut of the Dreamworks settlement. Don't tell Cynthia, it's our little secret.
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My idea was to use attack of a 50 ft tall uzi-wielding, fire-breathing Wogglebug robot as one of the possible outcomes of the war between insects and arachnids.
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Like what exactly @WogglebugLover?
Your years long vendetta aggressively threatening/bullying your ex best friend over your garbage fanfiction or you creating astonishingly homophobic clips of your astonishingly homosexual Buggerfrog? (also a fanfic)
I don't think I've ever witnessed a one person pyramid/ponzi scheme.
Idiot Cherie, always the innovator...
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This is how Rabbie Davis ran her shitty boot business!
I don't think I've ever witnessed a one person pyramid/ponzi scheme.
Idiot Cherie, always the innovator...
Picklechu
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I doubt Cherie is going to get even one order for a gay frog plushie, much less 40, since it's been years since some people ordered a gay bug plushie that they still haven't received.
Maybe if Cherie got a job - sorting glass, cleaning the shitters at a fast food restaurant, something like that - she could afford to finance her plushies, movies, and witches. She wouldn't even need to get mommy to drive her, since she lives in the middle of Columbus within walking distance of a ton of stuff. McDonald's is half a mile from her apartment, which would take her maybe 15 minutes to walk to, and she might end up slightly less fat. She'd even have to walk past the hibachi place we all meet up at, so she could join us after her shift!
Maybe if Cherie got a job - sorting glass, cleaning the shitters at a fast food restaurant, something like that - she could afford to finance her plushies, movies, and witches. She wouldn't even need to get mommy to drive her, since she lives in the middle of Columbus within walking distance of a ton of stuff. McDonald's is half a mile from her apartment, which would take her maybe 15 minutes to walk to, and she might end up slightly less fat. She'd even have to walk past the hibachi place we all meet up at, so she could join us after her shift!
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"Excuse me, sir, but there is an ogre in the toiled. I will not come here ever again, and forget about any tip".
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Read some older pages. Since I couldn’t sleep, I wrote this.
I’m the Wogglebug!
A bug, you see.
None kinder, or braver, or smarter than me!
What’s this, what’s this, why on the ground!?
A little, little girl I’ve found.
What darling little name has she?
“Why,” she replies, “why it’s Sylvie.”
I take her little darling hand,
well deep into our charming land.
“And what,” you ask, “might be the cause?”
I say, to you, it’s World of Oz.
A wonderful, charming magical room,
for darling little minds to bloom!
A pill for each and every need,
she’ll see no other place to be!
“No, oh please, please let me go!”
Through my ears do her pleas flow.
“Please, oh please, do listen to me,
A life outside, a family!
My school, my home, her office room,
no need for over me to loom;
should you bring me back to home,
I promise you’ll stay free to roam.
Please oh please just leave me be,
let me go, oh set me free!”
No need, no need, or so I thought
my efforts never be for naught!
Strap her well into a chair,
and keep the fumes out of her hair.
A piece of my menagerie,
please come and meet my factory!
“What is this, to cause my strife?
In this worst day of all my life.
Whatever you need me to do?
Just join your little petting zoo?
Take some pills, be red or blue?
Whyever must I come trust you?”
Some little, little things, you see;
you will, you must, you’ll come trust me.
Birds, and frogs, and insects too!
Such charming sights I must show you!
No need to leave, stray from my side,
I shall provide a pill of mine.
You’ll learn, and learn, learn ever so much,
you see, my dear, a Midas touch.
Knowledge, you know, a grain of sand,
which goes to-and-fro off the land.
On the beach it cannot stay,
so here my pills come into play.
Take and take, as you must do,
it builds, it builds, the you shines through!
The real you, as you will see,
for you right now are dear to me-
Oh.
Alas.
Woe, I cry.
Cry woe, It seems…
It seems Sylvie has hung her head.
Her brain can take no more, she’s dead.
I jostle and jerk and jolt her head,
to prove to me she’s really dead.
Not one response, not even a peep.
For one like me, no time to weep.
For I’m a woggle bug, you see.
No one’s a better doc than me.
I woggle her head, as one last take,
to make my little wonder sate.
One last time, her darling hand,
I move it from my little land.
Unwound, unbound by what’s unknown,
what, I ask, has this has shown?
A watery head, a brain of pressure?
Alas, it’s far too late to measure.
Into a hole, her body goes,
whose is it of, no body knows.
A school, a home, a mother together,
with her she’ll never be, forever.
Why would she want, why can’t she see?
That to this land, she’s been set free?
No age, no suffering by the score,
just wonder and joy forevermore.
For I’m the Wogglebug, you see,
the best thing you could ever be.
No matter what, with strength and wonder,
I’ll brighten the world with true colors.
A bug, you see.
None kinder, or braver, or smarter than me!
What’s this, what’s this, why on the ground!?
A little, little girl I’ve found.
What darling little name has she?
“Why,” she replies, “why it’s Sylvie.”
I take her little darling hand,
well deep into our charming land.
“And what,” you ask, “might be the cause?”
I say, to you, it’s World of Oz.
A wonderful, charming magical room,
for darling little minds to bloom!
A pill for each and every need,
she’ll see no other place to be!
“No, oh please, please let me go!”
Through my ears do her pleas flow.
“Please, oh please, do listen to me,
A life outside, a family!
My school, my home, her office room,
no need for over me to loom;
should you bring me back to home,
I promise you’ll stay free to roam.
Please oh please just leave me be,
let me go, oh set me free!”
No need, no need, or so I thought
my efforts never be for naught!
Strap her well into a chair,
and keep the fumes out of her hair.
A piece of my menagerie,
please come and meet my factory!
“What is this, to cause my strife?
In this worst day of all my life.
Whatever you need me to do?
Just join your little petting zoo?
Take some pills, be red or blue?
Whyever must I come trust you?”
Some little, little things, you see;
you will, you must, you’ll come trust me.
Birds, and frogs, and insects too!
Such charming sights I must show you!
No need to leave, stray from my side,
I shall provide a pill of mine.
You’ll learn, and learn, learn ever so much,
you see, my dear, a Midas touch.
Knowledge, you know, a grain of sand,
which goes to-and-fro off the land.
On the beach it cannot stay,
so here my pills come into play.
Take and take, as you must do,
it builds, it builds, the you shines through!
The real you, as you will see,
for you right now are dear to me-
Oh.
Alas.
Woe, I cry.
Cry woe, It seems…
It seems Sylvie has hung her head.
Her brain can take no more, she’s dead.
I jostle and jerk and jolt her head,
to prove to me she’s really dead.
Not one response, not even a peep.
For one like me, no time to weep.
For I’m a woggle bug, you see.
No one’s a better doc than me.
I woggle her head, as one last take,
to make my little wonder sate.
One last time, her darling hand,
I move it from my little land.
Unwound, unbound by what’s unknown,
what, I ask, has this has shown?
A watery head, a brain of pressure?
Alas, it’s far too late to measure.
Into a hole, her body goes,
whose is it of, no body knows.
A school, a home, a mother together,
with her she’ll never be, forever.
Why would she want, why can’t she see?
That to this land, she’s been set free?
No age, no suffering by the score,
just wonder and joy forevermore.
For I’m the Wogglebug, you see,
the best thing you could ever be.
No matter what, with strength and wonder,
I’ll brighten the world with true colors.
PuddIeduck
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Has she come to terms with being retarded yet?
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The TRUE and HONEST voice of Woggy is and shall always remain Richard Poshard. Forevermore.
Any Woggleworks featuring any voice actor that isn't Richard Poshard are noncanon. These mere CHARLATANS pretending to be Woggy aren't in the same league. I can hardly take them seriously.
Anybody saying they "can't hear the difference because of the obnoxious filter that turns people into mosquitoes on helium" is either deaf or a fool of the highest caliber. Only true Woggle Conniseurs can appreciate the subtleties present in each performer despite the filter.
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Hey, she's learning. She's aware that her True & Honest scammers might not tell her the truth after all.
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I know this post is years old but HAHAHAHAHAHA what the fuck!?
I’m dying!
I’ve been laughing like a motherfucker for like five minutes. Why would you do this for your kids’ show!? One of the best threads by far.
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I didn't know what I was getting into. He spends half of the second movie completely naked and makes a rather sexual dance. I can try to find a clip in my WoggleArchive if you really want to see it.
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Yea, I’ve already seen enough. I’m good, thanks.
Sorry you had to see that.
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Very charming. Very lovable. I'll take a small loan of a million copies.
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Look at it! LOOK AT IT!!!
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The thing is, this is exactly how those shitty knickknacks you see on the backs of magazines get done, they're usually on the backs of TV guides and are aimed at boomers. It'll be like a commemorative watch for the Normandy landings or something and it'll be made out of cheap shit but sold for £300 in 8 'easy' instalments. They make it sound like its available to buy but if you read the small print you'll see that none of them exist and they'll only get made if enough orders are received.
This is a legit way of making and selling garbage and how Cherie should of done it.
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Will Trump ban True Love in Genoma?
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Trump will round up all gays in America and deport them to Genoma. Genoma will become the gayest place in the universe.