I don't see Crash Bandicoot, but I wish I could. Even since I was a kid, I had always wanted to see Crash Bandicoot. My friends would always talk about Crash and the apparently wacky stuff he'd be doing on the PlayeStation, but I never saw it. I never Crash crash or whatever the hell he actually does, and my friends, my frustrating, frustrating friends would never really describe what Crash Bandicoot does in any real detail. All I knew was that he was wacky and that the game on the PlayeStation was the most fun game of all time.
I never saw him though. I watched them playe it too. I watched my friends playe Crash Bandicoot. but I couldn't see it. I thought they were jokeing with me, ya know? You ever joke with your friends? You ever had a mean joke with your friends when you were a kid? I bet you did. Because this is probably another joke.
Why else would you mention Crash Bandicoot? I can't see Crash Bandicoot. I can't see his wackiness, whatever form that takes, in the games, not in YoueTube clips, not on box arts, or posters, or fan art, or whatever else Crash might be allegedly able to be seen in. Show? Was there a show? Not like it matters.
And you're in on it. I can see that. I can't see Crash Bandicoot, but I can see that you know that I can't see Crash Bandicoot, and so what did you do? You teased me. You said, "Anyone else see Crash Bandicoot?" that laughed all hee haw like a lude donkey, didn't you? You did the laugh, didn't you?
I don't appreciate that. I don't appreciate that one bit. All I've ever wanted my whole life was to see Crash Bandicoot, and look, pal, I was in a place where I was secure with the fact that it just isn't something I'm able to do, but look what happens. Some pud tugger like you goes ahead and teases me with a little Crash Bandicoot search. You rekindle a little ember of hope in my Crashless heart and set me out to scour the comic in search of that elusive Crash Bandicoot, but nope. He's not there. Or if he is there, I still can't see him.
So, can you please log off your computer? You've done enough damage. I'm going to log off too, because I gotta relive all this Crash Bandicoot trauma.
Thanks a lot, jerk.
You can ban us, mark this shit as nsfw, and even post your ugly mug on the homepage of this sub, but you’re one unemployed fatass fighting against an army of mentally retarded, homosexual psychopaths who would and could rape you if they had the chance. This isn’t a warning. It’s a promise.
Created by u/spiderproductionzone, its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to playing Infinity Nikki on mobile phones.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of playing Infinity Nikki with mobile graphics. I try to take a photo in Flutter Storm. My dress has no texture. I try to take a photo with Tan Youyou. His clothes have no texture. I want to take a photo of the flowers. They don't render. Nikki grabs me by the throat. I fish for her. I catch worms for her. I follow a guide to play the game on my laptop. It was the mobile version, and the interface lacked responsiveness. I set my phone graphics to max, and it overheats. "I don't need this much of your phone's processor" she tells me. "You just need a better device. I can take better photos on a proper gaming PC." I can't buy a gaming pc, I don't have enough blings. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." My frame rate drops to 0. There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but pure, no icd stuttering.
What a cruel world.
It's been a few years now, since i've started growing quite fond of furry/scaly art as well as furry/scaly in general, and one question has been bouncing around my brain that i could not get an answer for: What is my favorite type of anthro.
That is, until i stumbled upon losercity. Losercity, and it's affluence of Furryposting.
It's Sharks, the answer is sharks, it's ALWAYS been sharks, Ripped sharks, Thicc sharks, femboy sharks, Hunks, Milfs, HELL, even PUNK ( i'm usually not a big fan of the punk aesthetic) Sharks.
Why? I do not know, maybe it's the swougitty, switgitty tails, maybe it's the slick looking scaly body, maybe it's just that sharks are really cute irl. So many potential answers so many could be wrong, so many right.....
But as of this moment, one constant remains, one undeniable truth, a truth only found deep within oneself.
I want that shark to kiss and bully me.
This is truly my losercity, and i wouldn't go anywhere else.
I belong here.
Okay so I actually dated Thomas a couple of years ago and I can chime in on this!
He was kinda quiet - the type of person who doesn't really lead any conversations, you have to put most of the effort in.
He's one of those "born in the wrong generation" guys who loves old vinyls and vintage things. He's big into motorbikes and likes fixing them up for a hobby. And back then, he lived in a house in a nice part of London, but it wasn't like a huge house. Just a kinda standard London terraced house that would have once been for a working class family - 2 rooms up and down, a small "yard" but no garden or anything, and he shared it with a flatmate who was a childhood friend.
So while he is obviously more wealthy and famous than the average person, he seemed kinda down to earth and modest.
However he also never brushes his teeth, to the point he told me one of his back teeth fell out during makeup a few years ago. And his personal hygiene is kinda lacking.
Also he loves milk. Like he drinks milk all the time and he'd always have a glass of milk on the bedside table when he was in bed. (After sex one time, I made him laugh while he was drinking milk and he spat milk all over my naked body and that is all I can think about when I see him in photos / posters now 🥲)
So yeah, when I heard about him being with musks ex wife it felt like an odd pairing to me, but my assumption was that she's probably someone who is happy taking the lead and being the "trousers" in the relationship. Or it's possible she's very quiet too and they just have a lot of comfortable silences together.
Either way, I hope he's started brushing his teeth and showering these days. And I hope she likes milk.
