Just a cat wandering about Tamriel.

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Cake day: May 1st, 2024

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  • Fuck! It’s just so descriptive yet so vague. Can almost be used as a place holder for anything.

    Fuck? Fuck! Fuck. Fucking, fucker, fucked. Fuck yourself you fucking fuck! Fucking hell mate. What the fuck? Finger fucked, proper fucked. Who gives a flying fuck. That fucking fucker fucked my fucking girlfriend, FUCK! That fucker over there. Fucking get over here. I’m gonna get the fuck out before I fuck myself.









  • That kid is back on the escalator again… I hope his pants get caught and a bloodbath in sues!

    You sucked thirty six dicks? In a row?

    You must’ve thought it was whiteboy day!

    If someone asks you if your a god Ray, you say yes!

    My girlfriend’s a dog… She barks, she claws, she drools, she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers.

    Lorain, I’m your density, I mean your destiny.

    Oh Stewardess, I speak jive…

    I must apologize for Wimp Lo, he’s an idiot. We purposely trained him wrong, as a joke.

    Frau Blücher.

    Get the hell out of here! Now! You Kirk lovin Spock suckers!





  • I’m so happy you found each other!

    Story time. I used to work with this guard dog, German Shepherd. He spent almost all of his time alone. When we first met I thought one of us was going to get hurt. Wasn’t long till we were best friends. Almost every day I would spend at least an hour with him after work and several more with him while at work. He liked to chase the football around. Wasn’t great at fetch but loved the tug-a-war. I miss that silly old beast. When I left the job I tried to get them to give me him. Wasn’t successful though.

    He and I came into each others lives at a time when we needed each other. I think much like you and Sandy did. Watching your stories unfold is wonderfully heart warming and I very much look forward to each new chapter!



  • First I unpack my tripod, mobile phone and water bottle and set them into position in the most annoying direction possible. Then i hit record. Pump some irons getting upset at each and every passer by as it’s obviously about me not them. All the while intermittently berating those stupid Nord, Beton and Thalmor wannabes as inferior chuds to my faithful Khajiit follower’s. Then I strike some epic posses, admiring my strikingly beautiful ears, furs and tail. Of course I check the phone to make sure my benevolent masses of one follower shower me with praises. Thanks mom!