“Blood continues to pour from the cunt on my head, showing no sing of clotting. I begin to feel dizzy. Snake notices that I’m not following all this. ”
- Good lord, someone get that man a tampon!
O.O A badly animated cat in a bathtub drinking umm… “feminine arousal fluids” straight from the live-action woman with a straw. I did NOT need to see that. (It’s a music vid, BTW, from Spumco – the same folks who did Ren and Stimpy).
LOL – Florence knows Sam meant well but is still facepalming at how utterly clueless he is.
So going in my fortune cookie file.
Fridge Logic: At one point we see Minerva wearing a fur coat. I like to think that she eliminated her competition and made a coat out of her. Bonus badass points just make her all the hotter.
DIY Blood draws are inadvisable but very possible. DIY spinal taps and bone marrow samples are very much impossible.
During the whole hurricane arc, the humor really helped lighten the mood but I was still scared that something bad would happen to Florence. Instead, something good happened. (She met Winston.)
LOL. I absolutely adore this strip. Not only is Florence so awesomely carnivorous, but even compassionate enough to be nice to the bunny before she eats it.
What’d I say? Mark Stanley can draw women. I don’t care about any of the implications: Florence is DAMN SEXY.
Read the next few strips. This is yet another reason Florence is my ideal woman in lupine form.
Wildy has an odd habit of playing video games shirtless. Which makes Jyrras’ reaction all the funnier because it’s how I’d react if one of my male friends answered the door naked. (Jyrras is gay so he’s getting no enjoyment out of that scene. I can imagine that gay men find breasts as repulsive as straight men find male genitals…)
Okay, even with the PG-13 bars (though she really doesn’t need them – female wolves don’t have visible teats unless they’re pregnant or nursing), Florence is DAMN SEXY.
While a great many guys my age got furry’d by Maid Marian (from Disney’s Robin Hood), girls my age seem to have gotten furry’d by either Shere Khan (from The Jungle Book) or Scar (from The Lion King), proving once again that All Girls Want Bad Boys.
The non-sexual setup might be something like a boy (A) wants to please his dear old Mum (B) and wants to do naked things with his girl (C). Dear old Mum likes the girl, and monopolizes her attention with shopping trips and general girl-to-girl socializing stuffs that greatly reduce C’s naked-fun time.
That’s the funniest thing I’ve read in a while.
…That’s not the problem! It’s the joy!
Okay: WHen you ask someone out on a date, you never know if they’ll say yes. I used to think this was a big problem. But now I realize it’s the joy of it! It’s so sublimely awesome that there’s that uncertainty and doubt that makes a yes all the more spectacular!
I find it very difficult to maintain proper American hard R sounds while speaking with an English person.