Fluffy Abuse 2: Electric Boogaloo
Bring all your rage unto us.
All I got. Now let's wait to see who trolls first, dis gun be gud.
Anyone have more on this one, or is there even any more to it?
Fluffy abuse... only makes us stronger.
Kid must've got away from them, or maybe just was at the park waiting for someone. Anyway, fluffies usually run anywhere from a 6 to an 8/10 on the emotional spectrum, so not realisng the little kid couldn't handle so many at once, just kinda happened.
I just like it because my parents beat me as a kid, leaving irreparable damage to my psyche. Nah jk, it's just fucking fun watching people get all butthurt over a fucking picture.
Ever heard of a joke?
No, no, they're not telling people to kill themselves.
They're a form of merriment found in the suffering and mockery of the flawed nature of life.
And to quote a previous post to describe you, "thewe is pwenty of subject mattew thewe"
Your tears should go on a 5-star restaurant's menu :^)
Maybe, it's been a while since I've actually read Deus Vult. It could have been a case of infanticide by the smarty, but in general most fluffies can't go 2 minutes without getting distracted or hurting thenselves.
I love seeing smarties getting theirs.
but anon, all fluffy content belongs in cringe threads
WTF. I can't even what side of the fence this is. because you're both the fluffy abusers? and the MLPIDF are stupid enough to think this os a good work of art.
Should I cringe?
Should I laugh?
I can't decide...
This looks cut off, what's the deal?
Would you guys drown fluffies all at once, or one by one?
Yeah the cat baby, too many feels
Its really nice to see some hugbox mixed in. Abuse gets boring after the same 100 images get posted every thread. Mix it up with the rest of the material and the thread is a thousand times better.
I don't care about the lethal levels of autism here, I like it.
when Hank Hill owns a fluffy
SUISEKI WILL FUCKING RAPE YOU CARLOS DESU
You better get dolled up first!
>Sweat begins to sting your eyes as you peer through the scope. Ah! There they are. The American patrol, and with them one of those satanic, talking horse dogs. Only the infidel could create something so unholy. Just a little closer, they are almost near the bomb. Your finger tightens on the trigger. Why have they stopped short? The horse dog is talking its master. One of the infidels point in your direction. You were going to let them trigger the bomb themselves, but now you lay your crosshairs on the abomination. "Allahu Akbar" you whisper as the rifle kicks against your shoulder. 200 meters away the fluffy's head explodes showering the infidel with blood, and brains. He has guided your bullet well. In the confusion you are able to slip away, ready to hunt again.