Whats the new poop ya fuckin' dragons with weird markings and yer fuckin' dicks hangin' out everywhere. No not you, you poop lovers get outta here ya damn dirty apes. I'm holding this conversation with the civilized fuckin dingos who wash their weirdly pink striped fur.
You guys wanna talk about the internet cause you got me all fucked up like a dang Overwatch 2 box art made by Picasso himself. Yeah that's right Picasso. I have it on good authority the mans alive. No not alive via his art you dang metaphoric mice. The man is more alive than your chartreuse ferret fursona. The thing that everyone says happened to him? Guess what. IT DIDN'T. Put that in your fursuit and jump around in it.
Thing is what's the man gotta hide huh? Look, if the government is looking at my art, they can, I have no art to hide! That's what the internet tells me. And now look where we are. DECEMBER! And the fat man is about to jump down the dang chimney and I STILL haven't made the list of cucumbers I want on my wish list! Good thing ol' red doesn't know I have a gas fireplace. Yeah its fake, just like the life I lead on here. On the internet I can be anything, but here, I'm a fuckin' animal! Look at me. Cavorting around with fuckin' technicolor mammals and shit. Bet you guys don't know the value of a cucumber. If you knew Picasso you would! I know, cause I do cause of the INTERNET. Now go back to accidentally running into my page and silently judging me cause of how fuckin' weird I am. I see you standing over there what with your shouts you don't reply to my replies to.