The Lost Lonely Baby Fox Cubs of St. Peters
Honestly, i began this entry on St. Peters, Missouri, because i realized that i'll be out of the state in no time, and i've neglected it nearly as much as my roommate did his pot of rice that just about almost burnt down our entire apartment complex this weekend while i was in Hawaii. From what i gathered, two fire trucks arrived, and a total stranger GAVE my roommate a rice cooker on the street so that he wouldn't have trouble with rice almost erasing our entire lives. Without my knowing, last week rice almost ruined all my earthly possessions. Anyway, on to St. Peters!
I started this entry to give St. Peters some time, find some photos of the mayor giving out hugs and hi-fives and wheelchairs, praise the Midwest, yadda yadda. Then i got bored on Wikipedia's useless entry for the town, and i Googled it. What was my first hit? Let's just say it involves this guy, and from then on i'd never be the same.
This is my roommate. No. This is a furrie. Furries are people who come together to appreciate anthropomorphic human/animal artwork, role play with each other as fantasy animals, or hook up wearing elaborate, expensive tailored outfits. Basically, everything they can't do in Iraq right now. They hold massive conventions in Pittsburgh, of all places, where furries come from far and wide to dance, howl, and do worse things than you ever imagined in hotel rooms that we've probably all stayed in.Anyhow, instead of finding information on lovely St. Peters, i found a post on a "furrie forum" by a certain "Kristopher" from the greater St. Louis area, who says:
"I am a diapered Furrie, I enjoy diapers, and role playing as a lost lonely baby fox cub."
If Al Gore hasn't once cursed the day he invented the internet, we might assume he's a furry. That's probably why he cares about the environment so much. As for me, i'm torn between never reading anything online ever again, buying some real estate in Tehran, and promising myself that by the time i die, i will have erased these images from my mind.
Two Days Distance: 12.98 milesTotal Distance Covered: 1,701.64 miles
Dangerously Close to St. Peters, Missouri
posted by w.weston @ 11:41 PM
6 Comments
6 Comments:
shoyu would have put the fire out. make sure you have a lot on hand in case it happens again.
also, to solve the linking problem login and click to view your blog. then go to the section where the links are and you should be able to click on the ones that currently say edit me. there is also a little screwdriver that shows up that you can click on to edit the section. link away linkmaster.
One time in DeShell's class, Reid Baker was talking about he'd read a newspaper article about how a couple of furries were riding a motorcycle when they got in an accident, and (direct quote from Mr. Baker), "at least one of the furries was slain."
I think he said they were in dolphin suits.
I feel kind of self-conscious posting this, because I find it more than a little funny, and yet some poor sucker in a dolphin suit totally kicked the bucket.
pun intended in that last sentence.
Some kid almost sold me his Chuck E. Cheese outfit, but was afraid of getting fired. I could have got a lotta work with that thing...
"To win you back, i'm going to post all the damn time now that i'm back."
LIES!
i second tor, wheres the love weston???? im 22 now man, i can't be kept waiting in my old age.
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