Weeb Slinger
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2019
In the fragrant, sun-dappled realm of mythology, where good and evil are absolutes, a unicorn, upon sighting a maiden, would feel compelled to rest its head in her lap, at which point the noble beast would fall under her control, presumably until she either surrendered her maidenhead, or had it taken from her by brigands.
Meanwhile, in the deviant mirror universe of the Internet, where everything that is good and pure is soiled and corrupted, a paedophile horse woman, overcome by shart stench, crumbles head-first into the grotesque crotch-folds of a mouth-sore-ridden, four-uddered ogre, and is immediately compelled to surrender control over her social media and possibly also her finances.
Ralph's transformation from loud and obnoxious, morbidly obese American stereotype, to some kind of bestial, barely-human cryptid is a story worthy of the attention of Ovid. I can scarcely believe that, in 2022, we are watching a metamorphosis unfold that is equal to any of the Greek myths.
PPP, who I do find entertaining, missed his true calling as the ringmaster of a travelling show, touring the Wild West. The frequent tarring and featherings would have kept him and his idiot man-child companion, Andrew Warski, warm on the prairie, and earned them the status of proto furries, that would have seen their lives celebrated on Tumblr, one-hundred or so years hence.
Meanwhile, in the deviant mirror universe of the Internet, where everything that is good and pure is soiled and corrupted, a paedophile horse woman, overcome by shart stench, crumbles head-first into the grotesque crotch-folds of a mouth-sore-ridden, four-uddered ogre, and is immediately compelled to surrender control over her social media and possibly also her finances.
Ralph's transformation from loud and obnoxious, morbidly obese American stereotype, to some kind of bestial, barely-human cryptid is a story worthy of the attention of Ovid. I can scarcely believe that, in 2022, we are watching a metamorphosis unfold that is equal to any of the Greek myths.
PPP, who I do find entertaining, missed his true calling as the ringmaster of a travelling show, touring the Wild West. The frequent tarring and featherings would have kept him and his idiot man-child companion, Andrew Warski, warm on the prairie, and earned them the status of proto furries, that would have seen their lives celebrated on Tumblr, one-hundred or so years hence.