YEEThaw

Shitposting roleplaying blog dedicated to that asshole outdated cowboy. HC Erron as a bisexual trans man.

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Cassie has been blaring ‘Old Town Road’ any time she’s seen me the past few weeks

The song’s a bop and that’s the only reason I haven’t shot the punkass annoyin’ little shit kid 

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Ferra and Torr: Exists

Skarlet: Doing her weird ass blood magic

Ermac: Doing their weird ass soul magic

Kotal: Doing both sun magic shit and blood magic shit

Reptile: Can mcfucking disappear and spit acid and DO SOME SHIT with his tongue

Me: Imm jusss a leetle cowboy.... wifh jusss twoo guns....

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Me: *kicks something by mistake and stubs my toe*

Me: SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!

Kotal: Yes, dearest?

Me: No wait, darlin’ no

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Me, stomping in looking for my rifle: Motherfuckers... where’s my...

Kotal: Everything alright?

Me, loading up my rifle: Timeline’s haunted

Kotal: W-what?

Me, throwing a lot of bullets into a bag, cocking my pistols and stomping outside looking for the TWO Kanos I saw earlier: Timeline’s haunted.

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Me throwing my gun during my Fatal Blow: YEEThaw

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Me before a match, tipping my hat: M’ ortal Kombat

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me, squinting: what the fuck

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Called a sense of humor, Frost Byte, download one sometime

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Me before a match, tipping my hat: M’ ortal Kombat

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I can’t believe that there are people that are astounded that normal directions get me lost. You ever hear southern directions?

Normal directions are like ‘Okay you’re going to go down this street, follow it for X amount of miles, turn onto this street and follow it for X distance and then turn left again and you’ll be there’.

Southern directions... are like ‘Alright yer gonna go down that road that Mrs. Miller’s house and yer gonna go down until you see that piece of shit Johnson’s house is and turn left until you pass by the nice little shop that June and her hubby work. Yer gonna stop there and get yerself some sweet tea er peach, based on preference. And then yer gonna go fer a country mile until you see that fallin’ apart barn of Swanson’s. You know, Swanson, he makes that fine ass moonshine, man I love moonshine--”

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Someone: How do you sleep at night?!

Me: Usually on Kotal’s silk sheets.

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“Dick riding isn’t a valid form of transporation--”

Not with that attitude.

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@canonerronblack Where the fuck are you? We still gotta bone to pick

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Me after my arcade ending: THIS BITCH FUCKED UP THE TIMELINE TO GET HIS KICKS, YEET! 

*mcfucking throws the hourglass into the blood sea*

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Riding a horse is like riding a bike, you never truly forget...

Unless your 3/4 of a bottle in, then chances are you can’t remember if you have shoes on and what day of the week it is

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What in the fresh fuck is a cishet?

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Kano.

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Me: “Trans rights!”

Kotal: “Please stop saying that every time you top.”

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Happy Pride Month Y’all!

YEEHAW I LIKE MEN

*fires rapidly into the air*

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*fires a blank while Ermac is just chilling in the garden, making them jump and fall from their seat*

Ermac, from the ground: THIS IS WHY SHAO KAHN NEVER LIKED YOU!

Me, snickering