Today I have... Thread.

At about 2 in the morning I woke up with a sudden flash of memory of a book I read about 15 years ago that was so weird I thought I was just dreaming that I read a book like that, or perhaps it was one of several childhood memories that I'm pretty sure were just vivid hallucinations. But the more I thought the more I realized that I did in fact read a book called "The Day My Butt Went Psycho". Basically in this book, everyone's ass is sentient and can detach itself from your body, running around on their little ass-legs and performing various nefarious deeds. It's such a problem that there are specially trained Butthunters who chase down and subdue rouge asses. The protagonist's own ass has betrayed him and is leading this mass ass-insurrection and a plan involving some kind of shit volcano. Also once your ass abandons you, you can't poop. So all these famous Butthunters who have forsaken their natural asses, now wear a prosthetic self-wiping ass so they can still poop becasue this book is fucking weird.

So when I finally decided to use Google to make sure that I'm not going insane, I discovered that some Canadian people thought that this book was good enough to be make into a cartoon.
Oh boy.
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To be fair this looks a lot less horrifying than what I invisioned while reading the books, but this Butch Hartman-esque assman is pretty horrifying.
This is the kind of weird shit I would come up with when I was 10-12. Welp, at least it's nice to know there are some kindred spirits out there...
 
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Like holy shit I may actually post a painting on the farms for once.

Not Bob Ross, but still decent.

Also Peewee's liver is allowing her to feel well enough to try to get into the paint and resin, apparently. She's not cured, but she's better. So IlI' take what I can get.
 
Today I returned to Tumblr after taking a break for shitshow days, only to discover they made my browsing format imposible ><'
(Explanation: I had some a random big number entered as page #, so I could scroll "back" to the newest posts, see things in chronological order AND pause whenever. Now it redirects to the page 1 no mater what T_T)
 
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