Brief FC recap wuteva
14 years ago
As usual, FC was the most ridiculous insane con of the year.
Between the 17.5 hour drive down, room juggling on the first night, drunken fursuit repair, pretend rollin, shoafin the boat, drunken dbz dance fighting, titty refusal, Creepy Joe creepin all up ons
akonite,
Tibolf and
recca, copious amounts of cigarettes, poop quest, Hydration, UHmazing sushi, tactlessly hittin on all the straight furs, trolling the dance comp, failing miserably to give
darkshift an edge, injectin banyas with
doryuu and
howee, sharing Jameson with Kishna (wut is that gurl's FA?), dealing with continuous obligatory con drama, the 18 hour drive home through salty as fuck lv 3 x-factor Storm's bullshit PMS apocolypse and just hanging out with all the people I love most, I'm pretty fucking content.
And of course, Team Salt.
I had an amazing time and I'll see all you fuzzbizzles at FWA.
HUUUUUUGE unbelievable thanks to
wolfpuptk
Metro
Forneus
ISOwolf
Tsukaza and Big (FA?).
Without their incredible generosity I would not have made it to FC.
Forevers in your debt I am.
So
CorranFox and I hit an apocolyptic snowstorm in the northwest on the way back, extending our return home by several hours (barring a quest for oil, GPS chicken wrap shenanigans, chili dogs, saturating the Walgreen's bathroom, getting sprayed in the mouth by an automatic air freshener, ghetto Loveline and salty beetles trying to kill us).
The reason for an early return being me having to be at work early Tuesday morning.
So of course, like a complete fool acting like someone who hasnt been around snow their entire fucking life, I ended up with my low profile, innertube racing tire, car, sideways in a 5ft ditch.
Because of the snowstorm, all state police and AAA towing trucks are on emergency calls only (injury, blocking freeway). Because I'm a worthless mooch piece of crap, I cant afford to have a local company tow it without my Paypal debit which of course is still in the mail.
So I've been at Corran's place, laying low and trying as hard as I can not to let this stress get to me.
Theres plenty of distractions and Corran and JD's generosity to help, which I greatly appreciate.
But... ugh... Its gettin hard to keep waiting...
They are doing a damn good job of stopping my last escape.
Also, with nothing better to do, I started playin FFXI again. >:V
Between the 17.5 hour drive down, room juggling on the first night, drunken fursuit repair, pretend rollin, shoafin the boat, drunken dbz dance fighting, titty refusal, Creepy Joe creepin all up ons
akonite,
Tibolf and
recca, copious amounts of cigarettes, poop quest, Hydration, UHmazing sushi, tactlessly hittin on all the straight furs, trolling the dance comp, failing miserably to give
darkshift an edge, injectin banyas with
doryuu and
howee, sharing Jameson with Kishna (wut is that gurl's FA?), dealing with continuous obligatory con drama, the 18 hour drive home through salty as fuck lv 3 x-factor Storm's bullshit PMS apocolypse and just hanging out with all the people I love most, I'm pretty fucking content.And of course, Team Salt.
I had an amazing time and I'll see all you fuzzbizzles at FWA.
HUUUUUUGE unbelievable thanks to
wolfpuptk
Metro
Forneus
ISOwolf
Tsukaza and Big (FA?).Without their incredible generosity I would not have made it to FC.
Forevers in your debt I am.
So
CorranFox and I hit an apocolyptic snowstorm in the northwest on the way back, extending our return home by several hours (barring a quest for oil, GPS chicken wrap shenanigans, chili dogs, saturating the Walgreen's bathroom, getting sprayed in the mouth by an automatic air freshener, ghetto Loveline and salty beetles trying to kill us).The reason for an early return being me having to be at work early Tuesday morning.
So of course, like a complete fool acting like someone who hasnt been around snow their entire fucking life, I ended up with my low profile, innertube racing tire, car, sideways in a 5ft ditch.
Because of the snowstorm, all state police and AAA towing trucks are on emergency calls only (injury, blocking freeway). Because I'm a worthless mooch piece of crap, I cant afford to have a local company tow it without my Paypal debit which of course is still in the mail.
So I've been at Corran's place, laying low and trying as hard as I can not to let this stress get to me.
Theres plenty of distractions and Corran and JD's generosity to help, which I greatly appreciate.
But... ugh... Its gettin hard to keep waiting...
They are doing a damn good job of stopping my last escape.
Also, with nothing better to do, I started playin FFXI again. >:V
FA+

BTW, on a scale of 1-10, how drunk was your con?
Enough to topple tall buildings.
Until my fucking car ended up in a ditch for half the week. >:V
#saltcon2012
I will be a salty sea dog for the rest of me days.
Some dick bag told me you couldn't make it.
We need to coordinate this shit better... Are you goin to Califur?
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
>>>>>>>>>>>>>:V
Salty about friendlies!
P.S. In time, we shall unite once again and fuck banyas up
You my boy for all of the days.
And I herd we gonna be roommates at FWA?
Even though we didn't talk so much. :V