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Nepeta Cat Puns
pawsitivly = postivily
purrfect = perfect
wonderfurrl = wonderful
furry = very
beclaws = because
fur = for
kitten = kidding
purrtend = pretend
everfurry = every
purrticular/purrticularly = perticular/perticularly
purrleaser = pleasure
purrecious = precious
purrhaps = perhaps
purrmission = premission
pawsitive = positive
furget = forget
hypurrcrite = hypocrite
purrcrastinate = percrastinate
purrsistant = persistant
pawse = pause
furrious = furious
mew = you
So you like fish puns?
Whale I’ve got a list for you. One day I compiled a list of fish puns on a whim and I’ve been adding on some puns now for some months. I’d say it’s of decen size, plus its all alphabaitzed. Boat anywave, here it is. (under the cut obvs)
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09-15
#25. Back To Class
Previous Part -> #24. "Chat"
# 18 Yeah, no.
Previous Part -> #17 Conversation
Next Part -> #19 Call Over Coffee
Master list of the 09-15 Comic!
09-15 MASTER LIST ||
1. First part
2. Tweek Appears
3. Classroom
4. Astronomy
5. Pretty Boy
6. After Class
09-15
#22 Cafe Trip
Previous Part -> #21 Bible Study
GREGORY: Mole, I do have quite a fascination with your odd jobs, however, is it really worth the trouble of forcing us from Stan’s warm abode and walking through the treacherous Colorado winters?
ZE MOLE: I did not force you. As much as you pretend to be a leader, you are no-zing but a mere follower, a rat. ZE MOLE:I promiz you my formidable ally, zis will be well worth sullying your “precious” attire and chilling your sensitive beech skin. KENNY: English please. ZE MOLE: Zere is cool shit zat we’re going to steal. DAMIEN: Pip, you know we can go back home now, that would be a fun thing to do. PIP: Do you suddenly have a fear of seeing dead bodies? DAMIEN: N-not at all DAMIEN: I just think it’s wrong. ZE MOLE: I know it is wrong, but zis beech was loaded! Buried wiz so much jewelry, it is not like she will miss it in ze afterlife. DAMIEN: This is why you’re going to hell. ZE MOLE: Zis is what does me in, not ze fact zat I fucking hate God, and will do every zing in my power to take him down. ZE MOLE: But ze mere fact zat I am robbing graves. GREGORY: Are we not all going to be forced into eternal damnation? We are afterall hanging out with the very son of the Prince of Darkness. DAMIEN: I hate you and everything you stand for.
KENNY: You know he’s right. DAMIEN: You too. Hate you. PIP: We are living our best lives. KENNY: heh, living. DAMIEN: Thin ice McCormick. ZE MOLE: Shut up! We are here. GREGORY: Uhuh, my dear Christophe, do you know which grave you wanted to,,, ZE MOLE: Of course, I do, it was ze one zat said- KENNY: Said what dude? ZE MOLE: uh, I ZE MOLE: I can’t read English. PIP: You’re a dumb French disaster. ZE MOLE: Shush! I know which one it is. It’s one of ze fresh ones. DAMIEN: Are we just gonna take a wild guess then? There are several fresh graves. People die in South Park every day. ZE MOLE: I guess so. Ze one over zere looks familiar, I zink it’s zat one.
ZE MOLE: Sheet.
PIP: Oh dear, this is not a proper grave. DAMIEN: Are there two bodies? KENNY: nice
GREGORY: You people are strangely calm about this. KENNY: It’s South Park. DAMIEN: Hey Mole. This looks familiar huh? PIP: Do you want to explain? ZE MOLE: Never mind zat. I am just going to make a mental note not to touch zis grave again. GREGORY: Like your mental notes had helped you before. ZE MOLE: Shush! ZE MOLE: On to ze next grave! DAMIEN: Nope.
ZE MOLE: What do you mean “nope?” PIP: It’s a school night, and it’s already 3am ZE MOLE: Why ze fuck do you care about school? You are dead! DAMIEN: We’ll see you assholes in the morning.
KENNY: I should probably go back to Stan’s place. GREGORY: I can still be of assistance! ZE MOLE: Forget it, your teeny arms could not help in any way. GREGORY: I will have you know that my arms are quite capable of lifting a silly little casket lid. I led a resistance! Do you not remember that? Oh wait, you were too busy crying over guard dogs.
ZE MOLE: I died, you dipsheet. But I know zat you were cast aside, and Stan took over your leader position. GREGORY: I- ZE MOLE: Didn’t you lose your girl because of zat too? GREGORY: Okay, I get it! Let’s just go home then? ZE MOLE: I am considering sleeping here. Much better zan returning to my God loving bitch of a mother. GREGORY: You can always stay at my place. ZE MOLE: Actually, I zink my mother will get suspicious if I stay out any longer. GREGORY: Would you care if I accompany you on your way home? ZE MOLE: You know full well that I am more zan capable of going home on my own.
GREGORY: Are you sure you would not mind the company? ZE MOLE: Oh, believe me, mercenaries do very well alone. GREGORY: -sigh- I will see you tomorrow then? ZE MOLE: If God, ze fucking pussy doesn’t smite me, zen yes.
GREGORY: I don’t quite like the wording of these questions I’m reading in Craig’s little virtual post box.
GREGORY: But lest he tries to foolishly answer questions not best suited for him, I will step in I suppose.
GREGORY: It’s clear he’s made a fine job of telling you all about my friends and I.
GREGORY: Or, quite possibly the very narrow light of which he’s seen us in at least.
GREGORY: Which is to say, he’s probably described us all rather poorly.
GREGORY: It is true, both Pip and Thomas both are nothing but kindhearted individuals.
GREGORY: Both have had their share of bullying, misfortune, and untimely deaths.
GREGORY: I’d say Pip’s I can relate to more, but Thomas’ just upsets me a great deal.
GREGORY: Not to rank either of their tribulations, I just believe I have a better grasp of exactly why Pip didn’t end up in heaven.
GREGORY: He’s had eight years to explain it to me, after all.
GREGORY: And so I will attempt to explain it to you all though what he has told me over the years.
GREGORY: They both deserve to have their stories told the correct way, and not however it would have been explained by the doltish owner of this weblog.
GREGORY: To start, I believe Pip started up in heaven.
GREGORY: Though, he never made it through the pearly gates, which is what truly grants you a pleasant and bright eternal afterlife.
GREGORY: Once you make it through that barrier, the only way you’re doomed is if you cause religious mishap, or truly gain some sort of evil intent.
GREGORY: Of course, this is only the Christian afterlife we’re speaking of.
GREGORY: And seeing that I’m possibly talking to possibly a baker’s dozen of strangers over the internet right now, I’d like to state that I have no outer knowledge of the afterlives of any religion other than my own.
GREGORY: I can say with certainty that a Christian hell is not the greatest source of outside knowledge, as much as it has progressed down there.
GREGORY: I feel as though these stories would be entirely different if the two had been risen under different minded households, so please spare some judgement on my part if this seems rather one sided of me to speak of.
GREGORY: So again, I am sharing only what I’ve been told of, and under a Christian mindset.
GREGORY: My intent is not to nullify any other afterlife, only to elaborate on my friends and I’s.
GREGORY: …
GREGORY: I honestly forgot where I was.
GREGORY: …Ah, yes.
GREGORY: Pip’s hellish status.
GREGORY: As I stated, once you make it through those heavenly gates, you’re officially a resident of the eternal life in the sky.
GREGORY: Normally, unless you are turned away for sneaky wrongdoings not seen through the watchful eyes of heaven, there is no issue getting in.
GREGORY: And for someone like Pip, the prior shouldn’t ever have been an issue.
GREGORY: All the time I’ve ever known of him– through life and death– is that he is kind, generous, and rarely wears a frown.
GREGORY: He gives his pleases and thanks, and he rarely acts unjust.
GREGORY: From the times he’s told me that he has, even those instances sound rather just.
GREGORY: My time knowing him alive wasn’t all too long, but a year or so before he had gone missing, never to be seen again.
GREGORY: He doesn’t like to talk about his own death very much, but from what I can tell it was certainly during a time of travesty.
GREGORY: And during such times, the gates can get overwhelmed and swollen with other unfortunate cases.
GREGORY: Certainly, everybody at their untimely death could not wait to see their afterlife.
GREGORY: Some sorrowful, some full of hope that the worst of it all was over.
GREGORY: From how he described it, Pip was more on the latter side of the crowd.
GREGORY: And so imagine…
GREGORY: When you think it’s all over.
GREGORY: When you think life has finally given you a break, and you’re able to move onto a better one…
GREGORY: That even up in heaven, there’s still nobody that cares enough about you.
GREGORY: A simple break in the clouds due to deceased overpopulation.
GREGORY: Nobody turns their heads.
GREGORY: Nobody thinks to look behind them and see what they’ve been ever so gently pushing back over their greed of a happy afterlife.
GREGORY: And greed is a sin, mind you.
GREGORY: So they just continue to shuffle their feet and wait for their now undeserved turn into heaven.
GREGORY: And the wings you sprout after death are there for your tiring travel upwards.
GREGORY: It’s an exhausting journey to heaven, your new wings wont fly you a second time until you’ve reached your destination completely.
GREGORY: So if you’re denied entry before you can make it through, there’s no real way to fly back up until it’s far too late.
GREGORY: In life, Pip was never destined to go to hell.
GREGORY: In death, he still was not destined to go to hell.
GREGORY: But look at where the carelessness of others have brought him.
GREGORY: Where life can be cruel, death can be just as much so.
GREGORY: …Though…
GREGORY: Sometimes, while life and death may both sow their unjust seeds… a lot of what normally decides where you end up is your own actions in life, of course.
GREGORY: Thomas of course was nothing but a sweetheart.
GREGORY: From what he’s told me, though he couldn’t go to a church publicly due to his developed anxiety over his Tourette’s, he always made up for it by watching church service with his mother at home.
GREGORY: Every single Sunday, he told me.
GREGORY: Though like some people, especially in more depressing periods of their life, he began to question his faith.
GREGORY: There came a point where he didn’t know what he should truly believe in.
GREGORY: He never did anything wrong, as he always listened and obeyed the strict followings of Catholicism.
GREGORY: And though he was many things most extreme Christians would call sinful, he still would choose to believe, all that time.
GREGORY: In the end, none of what he was would have ever sent him to hell.
GREGORY: He truly is just too innocent and nice of a person.
GREGORY: Though sometimes, after traumatic experiences in life, it can kick your belief system like a switch.
GREGORY: After loss, it can be hard to believe.
GREGORY: And apparently loss for Thomas meant cutting out an entire part of his life that he had believed for fifteen years beforehand.
GREGORY: “How can you believe in a god if it feels like you’re only on Earth to suffer?”
GREGORY: It truly hurt my heart to hear him tell me the way he felt.
GREGORY: But in the end, it made sense why he was in hell.
GREGORY: Attaching yourself to faith for so long, believing in a god, then ditching a life worth’s of devotion in an instant.
GREGORY: That’s what truly damned him to hell.
GREGORY: In the end it was only that loss of faith that flipped his destiny upside down.
GREGORY: For a while, he was in such a state of grieving, you knew you were still in hell.
GREGORY: Hell isn’t what he believed it to be anymore, of course.
GREGORY: Most of us had grown used to it, and even enjoyed the new era we were living in.
GREGORY: But it still stung for him.
GREGORY: Only in hell could you still hear the wallowing of the afterlife.
GREGORY: And of course, he only blamed himself.
GREGORY: He did two things that society said would damn him to hell.
GREGORY: But only one of them was what really did it.
GREGORY: Of course he didn’t realise this.
GREGORY: He sobbed for what felt like weeks, because he thought that the way he died… was what sent him here.
GREGORY: We would constantly reassure him that the means of his death did not attribute to his afterlife.
GREGORY: We even had him talk to the Devil himself– of which we’re fortunate friends of.
GREGORY: He, too, could only assure Thomas that it was not the way he died, but the way he chose to squander his faith.
GREGORY: It’s a harsh reality, and it’s unclear if he grasps it fully, even after a full year and a half.
GREGORY: I’ve always thought that if he had someone in life to help steer him in a better direction, he wouldn’t have gone out the way he did, nor would he have been sent to hell.
GREGORY: His ex certainly never did any good for him.
GREGORY: Even if Thomas claims his ex was the best thing in his life.
GREGORY: How could someone like that be the best thing in your life if they let you fall this far down a rabbit hole?
GREGORY: Thomas truly is as ignorant as he is pitiful.
GREGORY: We’re full of experiences that Stan and his friends would never, ever grasp.
GREGORY: I can’t believe this is a question that needed to be elaborated upon.
GREGORY: But if I’m not answering them, that fool of a man Craig would be instead.
GREGORY: I’m sure he’d paint Pip and Thomas both as monsters here.
GREGORY: But I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.
KENNY: Oh god…
KENNY: Ohhh shit– pick up the damn phone for chrissake–
TOKEN: Kenny…?
TOKEN: You alright?
KENNY: No I ain’t alright!
KENNY: Karen hung up on me!
TOKEN: Oh…
TOKEN: Does that mean you’re done with my phone, then?
KENNY: N-no, no I gotta try n’ call her again.
KENNY: Just.
KENNY: Just gimmie a sec, she’s gotta pick up…
TOKEN: Right… take your time, dude..
KENNY: There’s no time to take!
KENNY: She hung up right after she said some damn stranger was in the house!
TOKEN: Oh, jeez…
KENNY: God dammit, I think she turned her phone off…!
KENNY: Oh god oh god, what the hell am I gonna do thirty fucking miles out of town?!
TOKEN: It’ll be okay Kenny, I’m sure–
KENNY: No, it’s not gonna be okay!
KENNY: Who knows who or what is in that house with her, look at where we are right now!
CRAIG: Hey.
CRAIG: Do you guys wanna shut up, maybe?
CRAIG: You’re distracting me from my shit.
TOKEN: Oh, sorry Craig…
TOKEN: Kenny’s having some issues with Karen, I think.
CRAIG: Uhuh…
CRAIG: I don’t care.
CRAIG: [grumble grumble]
CRAIG: (Can’t even browse tumblr without someone getting hay shoved up their ass right in front of me…)
CRAIG: (Why are either of them even still awake.)
CRAIG: (Why do I have to be cooped up in a stupid barn with all these people right now…)
CRAIG: (Why is–)
CRAIG:
CRAIG: Whhhh…
CRAIG: W–
CRAIG: That’s m–
CRAIG: That’s my blog.
CRAIG: This is on my blog.
CRAIG: Th–
CRAIG: …
CRAIG: WHAT IS THIS SHIT DOING ON MY BLOG???
CRAIG: I–
KENNY: Craig???
KENNY: What’s the matter, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you yell so loud in your life!
STAN: Yeah, shut the hell up over there, some of us are trying to sleep.
CRAIG: …Y… you shut up…!
CRAIG: Fuck your sleep, I have a problem!
STAN: Yeah, I know, we kind of got teleported here by a freaking demon, dude.
STAN: We’ve all got problems right now, you’re not special.
CRAIG: I’ll kick your ass!
STAN: Go ahead, it’s already facing right towards you.
STAN: I’ll even wiggle it a little to make it a moving target, if you wanna make a game out of it.
CRAIG: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
TOKEN: Jesus, dude, what’s wrong?
CRAIG: Besides Stan Marsh being as stupid as ever?!
KENNY: We mean what the hell made you yell so loud, dude???
CRAIG: Oh, I’ll tell you!
CRAIG: This guy is posting shitty selfies of himself on my blog!
CRAIG: MY blog, and he has the audacity to post them with–
CRAIG: W-with…
CRAIG: With him sitting right next to him like it’s nothing!
CRAIG: There’s a circus in my house and I’ll bet you money it was that stupid Tweek demon guy who led us all away so they could party it up in my room!
CRAIG: We should have never let that stupid goat take us all the way out here.
CRAIG: Now they’re all fiddling with my shit and probably having a laugh about it, look at him in this picture!
CRAIG: Look at who’s in the fucking picture with him!!!
KENNY: OH GOD…
CRAIG: Oh god is right!
CRAIG: They’re messing with all my shit!!!
CRAIG: I’m freaking the hell out!
CRAIG: I’m so fucking close to kiCKING STAN’S STUPID ASS STOP SHAKING YOUR BUTT AROUND YOU FUCKING DELIRIATE.
STAN: maybe shut up first lol
KENNY: OH MY GOD, KAREN!
KENNY: SHE SAID SHE WAS HANGING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER IN YOUR HOUSE, CRAIG.
KENNY: SHE HUNG UP AND WON’T ANSWER MY CALLS!
TOKEN: They tried to chuck us all off the side of a bridge, who knows what they could be doing right now?!
CRAIG: TOUCHING MY SHIT IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING!!!
CRAIG: Touching my shit, putting pictures of themselves and Thomas’s corpse sitting in my bedroom!
TOKEN: Craig, I think this is a little more important than them touching your computer!
TOKEN: They could have hurt your guys’ sisters!
CRAIG: BUT LOOK AT WHAT HE POSTED ON MY BLOG!!!!!
KENNY: Craig, I know it’s probably goddamn traumatizing to see that shit right now!!!
KENNY: I know it’s hard for you to grasp this sorta thing during a meltdown.
KENNY: I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time with all of this crap, but there’s people actually in danger in your house right now, man!
CRAIG: Don’t tell me I’m having a meltdown!
TOKEN: Oh my god, okay–
TOKEN: Kenny, let’s just pull ourselves away for a minute here.
CRAIG: Don’t turn your backs on me like that!!!
TOKEN: Just ignore Craig for a second.
TOKEN: There’s demons in Craig’s house, Karen and Craig’s sister are in Craig’s house– what do you think should be done?
TOKEN: What can we possibly do from here?
KENNY: I ain’t got a damn clue!
KENNY: We gotta get someone over there to help them out!
TOKEN: Okay, well maybe that isn’t such a good idea?
TOKEN: We’ve seen what they can do, right?
TOKEN: Is it smart to drag someone else into this?
KENNY: Token, you don’t have a freakin’ sister, you don’t know what this is like.
TOKEN: Okay. You’re right.
TOKEN: But I don’t know if–
KENNY: Wait.
TOKEN: What is it, man?
KENNY: I know exactly who to call.
KENNY: Ain’t no way he’s tangled all up in this mess yet, neither.
KENNY: Won’t gonna get his ass whooped neither.
TOKEN: Okay, well who’s that?
KENNY: My boyfriend.
DOGPOO: snrrk nsnzznnzzzzzzzzzzz…,.
[ ♫ I’M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD ♫ ]
[ ♫ LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT’S FANTASTIC ♫ ]
DOGPOO: fhnfnhmmghfghg
DOGPOO: [yawn]
DOGPOO: An unknown caller disrupting my sleep, now…?
DOGPOO: Just who on earth could be calling me at this devilish hour of the night…?
DOGPOO: Mmhhello–
KENNY: Hushpuppy stain in the rug, we got some demon huntin’ to do!
KENNY: Grab yer damn shooter n’ get ready to pump lead!!!
DOGPOO: KENNY???
KENNY: Damn right!
DOGPOO: DEMON HUNTING?
DOGPOO: Y’AIN’T PULLIN ME, ARE YOU NOW?
KENNY: Hell no, I ain’t whistlin’ no dixie over here, I’m a gallon o’ gas aways from town and the fuckin’ devil’s stampin’ his hooves in town!
KENNY: Get your red ryder and get ready to shoot some damn eyes out!
DOGPOO: You sound oh so serious, I hardly recognize the tone, honeypot!
DOGPOO: Your words shot me wide awake quicker than the smell of pie in the morning, I just can’t resist a shootin’ with you!
KENNY: I’m serious!
KENNY: I’m cooped up in a barn outta town, and there’s demons runnin’ amok with my damn sister out there!
KENNY: She’s up in a heap of danger and I ain’t got nobody in the world I’d trust more than you to keep her safe right now.
KENNY: Never been more serious in my life, ragamuffin.
DOGPOO: Oh.
DOGPOO: Karen’s caught in the throes of the devil, is she now?
DOGPOO: Seems we really ain’t playing rockahorse.
KENNY: I don’t joke around when it comes to who I love, don’t go reckonin’ I’d do it to you.
DOGPOO: I see.
DOGPOO: Well then, I’d be duller than the heel of my boot if I didn’t think I could do something about that, wouldn’t I?
DOGPOO: A demon or two doesn’t quite sound like nothin’ a shell can’t handle.
KENNY: Dogpoo, these are serious folks you’re gonna be ditzin’ around with.
KENNY: Damn near chucked me n’ my friends off a bridge a couple hours back.
DOGPOO: I still don’t see the issue here, darlin’.
DOGPOO: You might have death’s hand hovering your shoulder, but one look at me and they’ll be wishing they were busy chopping onions instead.
DOGPOO: I’ll get your sister out of the slick, just you wait.
KENNY: Alright. I trust you, mudskip.
KENNY: You’re the rankest varmint this side of Colorado, if anybody’s gonna get them runnin’, it’s you.
DOGPOO: A threat is nothing more than a man who’s pride is in his hands, not his skin.
KENNY: You really grabbin’ your shotty, yeah?
DOGPOO: Would you expect anything less after you’ve excited me so?
DOGPOO: I’ve got an itchy finger just beggin’ for a trigger to pull now.
KENNY: Okay, good.
KENNY: But keep them earholes wide for me, water nugget.
KENNY: You gotta be real damn careful.
DOGPOO: I believe we’ve been over this already, Kenny.
DOGPOO: Am I to understand you’re doubting my abilities here?
KENNY: Not at all.
KENNY: These people ain’t just strangers, though.
KENNY: Well, most of them, anyhoo.
KENNY: You will know one of them, for sure.
KENNY: I ain’t got a clue on how many of them are there, but they’re all stuck up in Tucker’s house.
KENNY: Stick your barrel in the nose of any horned bastard you so damn please, but for the love of all mighty…
KENNY: Don’t let that poor bastard Thomas stick around them.
DOGPOO: You’ll need to be more specific than that, sweetie pie.
DOGPOO: There’s a few Thomas’ in this town that come to mind off of the top of my head.
KENNY: Look, I ain’t gonna dilly dally here– you’ll know what I mean if you see ‘em.
DOGPOO: Alright, so your shopping list here’s one Karen, one Thomas, and a face o’ lead for a demon or two, huh?
KENNY: Craig’s sister’s there with Karen.
DOGPOO: Only logical, considering what residence I’m being pointed off to.
KENNY: I don’t care what’s done.
KENNY: Just get those kids outta there.
DOGPOO: Anything for you, sunshine.
DOGPOO: Ain’t a day where you can’t count on me.
KENNY: I know.
KENNY: I love you.
DOGPOO: Love you too.
DOGPOO: Well, I suppose there isn’t anything like a two AM witch hunt…
DOGPOO: Oh, poor Kenny… whatever have you gotten yourself into this time.
09-15
#22 Cafe Trip
Previous Part -> #21 Bible Study
(Part 1/?)
Wow I posted a comic
CREDIT TO MY FRIEND @leopod_ on twitter for coming up with the story with me!!!
Next Part -> #2 Part 2
TICKER: Do I even know Tweek?
TICKER: I don’t really know that many s-SHIT– kids in town, I’m home-schooled.
TICKER: But I think you’re talking about that one twitchy guy that works at the coffee shop, right?
TICKER: I go there sometimes, and sometimes if the shop is nn-FUCK busy, h-he’ll go around serving people personally.
TICKER: So we’ve talked once or twice, I guess.
TICKER: I– SHIT– I don’t think he likes me very much…
TICKER: It’s whatever cause he’s too freaked out by everything I c-coCK– do.
TICKER: It’s fucking embarrassing when people overreact when they’re around me…
TICKER: One time he acted like a fuCKING SHIT– …a-asshole.
TICKER: He got scared, accidentally spilled something on me, and I got over it pretty quickly.
TICKER: B-but he started yelling at me for scaring him and told me to get out of the shop!
TICKER: …Before I could tell him s-sHIt that it was an accident.
TICKER: But whatever, I guess.
TICKER: I’m used to it…
TICKER: I just hope that ngG– FUCK– SHIT- C-COCK–
SUPER CRAIG: Ehehehe.
SUPER CRAIG: Hey, is there a mic picking us up?
SUPER CRAIG: Oh wait yeah there is I forgot.
SUPER CRAIG: Thomas is that you?
TICKER: Aw shit– g-god dammit…
TICKER: I almost forgot Craig’s here… s-sHIT.
SUPER CRAIG: Aw man, how come nobody told me you were here?
TICKER: O-oh, god…
SUPER CRAIG: Hey Thomas.
TICKER: It’s… it’s The Ticker.
SUPER CRAIG: Oh okay.
SUPER CRAIG: Hey Ticker.
TICKER: …Hi…? C-COCK– aw FUCK!
SUPER CRAIG: Ehehehehehe…
SUPER CRAIG: What’s going on, man, we haven’t hung out in a while.
TICKER: Um. I dunno. I don’t think you ever answered my last text?
SUPER CRAIG: Oh, sorry, I’ll check it when I get my phone back.
TICKER: A-alright, I guess– a-ASSHOLE.
SUPER CRAIG: Wow…
SUPER CRAIG: Hey, have I ever told you how cool you are?
TICKER: L-like… every time we hang out, yeah.
SUPER CRAIG: You’re just… I dunno.
SUPER CRAIG: You’re super cool.
TICKER: I’m, um, flattered, but we’re playing super villains right now, dude…
TICKER: I shouldn’t be b- fffFUCK!! Nnh– I shouldn’t be buddying it up with you.
SUPER CRAIG: Alright, well we should totally hang out like, tomorrow after school or something.
TICKER: U-um! Sure, I–
WONDER TWEEK: HEY!
TICKER: ???
TICKER: Oh– Oh wait, Tweek’s here???
TICKER: Oh God, I shouldn’t have said s-SHIT!
SUPER CRAIG: No don’t worry he doesn’t even check the blog anyways.
WONDER TWEEK: STOP CHATTING HIM UP, ASSHOLE!
TICKER: He talked to me first a-ASSHOLE– s-shit, sorry–
WONDER TWEEK: HHH! OH MY GOD!
WONDER TWEEK: I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE SORRY, WE’RE PLAYING SUPER HEROES, IF YOU’RE GONNA BE A VILLAIN FUCKING ACT LIKE IT HTHGHHGHGFHFGHGFHHFHH
WONDER TWEEK: YOU’RE SO LUCKY I DIDN’T CHARGE YOU FOR THAT FUCKING SUNDAE, FUCKING CUSSING ME OUT THEN AND CUSSING ME OUT NOW, WHO THE HGHHFHGHHJFHSJGHJHJHJ WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???
WONDER TWEEK: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS FUCKING DAY NOTHING’S GOING RIGHT AND NOW, THIS FUCKINHHHG HHFHHFGD BGFBGBBHGFHFHGHHJSDJFKSHJDF&*#*&#&*&*Y#F*Y&#F**!!!!!@@!
TICKER: ,
*cough* *cough* FAGGOT..*COUGH* WHO SAID THAT?
Says the lesbian with a penis.
Do you know anybody named "Estella Havisham"
PIP: ...
PIP: Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I just love parties.
GREGORY: Were we even invited? DAMIEN: Nope. We never are, not like they’ll notice us anyway. GREGORY: What a shame, we should be the life of the party! We will show those no-good bastards who we really are, we will give them the show of their lives! DAMIEN: They’ll either look right through you like a ghost or find a reason to make fun of you. GREGORY: Bold words, considering I’m the only one here that isn’t dead. PIP: Speaking of dead, do you think Kenny will be at the party? GREGORY: I do not understand how being dead correlates with Kenny. Regardless, he will assuredly be here. We may have formed a bond with the poor fellow, but still he remains in the tight grip of Stan Marsh and his so called “friends.”
DAMIEN: Dude you are so fucking melodramatic.
PIP: Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I just love parties.
GREGORY: Were we even invited? DAMIEN: Nope. We never are, not like they’ll notice us anyway. GREGORY: What a shame, we should be the life of the party! We will show those no-good bastards who we really are, we will give them the show of their lives! DAMIEN: They’ll either look right through you like a ghost or find a reason to make fun of you. GREGORY: Bold words, considering I’m the only one here that isn’t dead. PIP: Speaking of dead, do you think Kenny will be at the party? GREGORY: I do not understand how being dead correlates with Kenny. Regardless, he will assuredly be here. We may have formed a bond with the poor fellow, but still he remains in the tight grip of Stan Marsh and his so called “friends.”
DAMIEN: Dude you are so fucking melodramatic.
[WIP] sketching pony creek !! the number one cure to stress !!
