And now, for something completely different, Synx, Syra, and Snooge! Their creator had his works lovingly referred to as "Nightmare fuel".




Syra inserting claws, and what happens.

Okay, I'm sending out a call to all you cooks, bakers, chef's, prep's, and caterer's!


I want, no, NEED recipes, and I'm looking for some good ones! I need sweets, potato dishes, pastas, pastries, cakes, pies, cookies, soups (especially soups), stews, chilis, chicken, beef, steak, hamburger, pot roast, anything that is delicious. I have a few rules though, so be mindful before you send me a recipe for a French dish with ingredients that no good person should be able to pronounce outside of France, and whose ingredients are rarer than hair on a toad.


I would LIKE the recipes to be something that any person could make, IF they read instructions, and have an hour or so to prepare it. So, if you will, send me your best, just include the following:

1.Your Real and Screen name (I'd like to remember fondly on the person who made the contribution and tell others where I got it)

2. Ingredients (Every recipe has them...And I'll need it to prepare it)

3. Cooking Instructions (Without these, I have just ingredients. Sad, sad ingredients)

4. How many servings? (Should I prepare for two, four, eight, fifty?)

5. Preheat and Cook times (this should be under Cooking instructions, but people sometimes forget)

6. Personal notes that you would like to share to make the dish better (Rub olive oil onto the chicken, add parsley and sage, use garlic juice instead of butter, scream at the beef every time you hit it, whatever makes a dish good).

7. If you can, or if you want, give me the story behind the dish. I would love to here them, and (room allowing) I might put a menton of it into my Everything Book: Cook's Edition (running title for my leatherbound journal in which I put yummy recipes).

As an example of this, I will impart onto you a favorite of mine:


PASTIES! The traditional food of the Yooper! By Lee Erickson (a.k.a. [Nekko Fox])

Ingredients for the Crust:

3 cups of flour

1/2 Cup of Shortening

1 TEASPOON of Salt

Cut the shortening into the salt and flour until it has the texture of corn meal. For this, you may need a pastry cutter. Add water until mix is dough-like. Err to dryness, but if you get too wet you can always add more flower.


Ingredients for the Filling:

6 Medium potatoes

1 small rutabaga

1 carrot

3 Medium onions

5 pounds of ground beef, browned (or thinly sliced beef)

1 pound of ground pork, browned (Or pulled pork)



Peel and dice veggies (yes, Rutabaga is a veggie). Put these in a bowl and mix with the meat. Add salt and pepper to taste.

ASSEMBLY:

Roll out the crust on a lightly floured surface as you would a pie crust, only more oblong. Like a football, eh? Add roughly 1 pound of filling (meat, veggies, rutabaga) onto one half of the crust (think the side of the football with laces if you have trouble. The rounded, non pointed end). Dip your finger into water and make a line of moisture around the filling. Flip the other, un-laden-with-food half of the crust (Non-laces side of the football) onto the food-covered half. Push with your fingertips down on the line of moisture (the moisture line should be kinda thick. It's okay). Crimp the edges so they are pretty, then poke the crust about 4 times or so with a fork (I say "or so" because this is food, not precise mathematics). Put on a greased baking sheet.

Baking:

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Bake for 20 minutes at 450 degrees Fahrenheit, then reduce the heat to 350 degrees (again Fahrenheit) for another forty (40) minutes. Let cool for fifteen minutes then serve with your choice of condiments (Ketchup is okay, but it's delicious plain or with brown gravy). Eat whilst dreaming of the cold Lake Superior shorelines (dawn and dusk, midsummer or early fall are good times).


Serves:

Roughly 6, depending on how you distribute the filling.

Note: For less hassle, you can always use tortillas don'tcha know? But where's the Yooper experience in that, eh?



Story:

My family would visit Northern Michigan, a.k.a. The Upper Peninsula ( The U.P...Yoo Pee...Yooper..Get it? Anyway, it's north of the Mackinac Bridge. People in the Lower Peninsula, in lower Michigan, are called Trolls for living 'Under' the bridge), and we would always stop off at this place that we lovingly referred to as 'The Pasty Nazis'. Why? Because every time we, the Erickson Clan (My father, brother and I), would enter her shop, this woman would look at us as if she wanted to grow fangs and claws and devour our first-born children. Despite this, the woman made the BEST pasties in all the lands, be it pork, chicken, beef, or a combo. Sadly, I haven't been up to the U.P. in some time, but at least I have this delicious little recipe to comfort me.

I hope you enjoy this little recipe and get back to me on this!

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Ummm...yeah, not much to listen to at the beginning, but it gets better. A kid who makes his way to the top after being made fun of, and then he has his revenge...it's Kinda...neat. O.o



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24WRT5bn514


mc chris - peer gynt

Hello, my name's mc chris
I am white and I rap
I know that you think my voice is kinda annoying

But when it is on a mic
It is nice, kinda like
The wind through windchimes at night
Now knight me The Boy King

I'll require a throne and hoes
Don't forget, lots of dro
Wasn't long ago I lived on milk and kidney beans

But, now I've been vilified
Thanks to these
Mic skills of mine
Nerds, they all get in a line with things to sign, mc

Groupies throw their thongs and bras
Midget girls, Amazons
Take 'em home, pajamas on
Let's play some hide-and-seek

But don't worry Dad and Mom,
Always have a condom on
I got better sense than that
don't wanna catch v.d.

Did I discuss my dividends?
That depends,
Are we friends?
If we are then I can say I'm slingin' wicked bling

Enough that I can loan you some
Whatcha want, 100 bucks?
Pay your rent, buy you a tux
To me it's not a thing

In the end it's just revenge
Honor, that's my last defense
They should not have been so cruel
So callous in their ways

They were jealous of my depth
They would not give it a rest
Hope my story's end sends them to an early grave

Everything's just as I planned
I'm the bomb
I'm the man
Sold out shows, New York, Japan, I fill the stands with teens

Hope they don't mind a melted face
The smell of toast
Metallic taste
That's the smell of burnin' brains, you can blame mc

Fire and brimstone
Wrath of Hell
Take the cards you've been dealt
Take your wife to the hotel and F her in the tub

Key your car and steal your mail
Think I won't? I will prevail
My jams will be anthems causing tantrums in the clubs

Riot gear and dissidence
A loss of life and innocence
Parachute apocalypse
It's like it's World War III

Cuz I failed a fitness test
Doesn't mean you have to jest
Maybe I should fill your chest with some gasoline

You might want to look away
While the flames eat your face
You'll be nothing but a bunch of bones, perhaps, and teeth

Hope you learned your lesson dude
A little less ineptitude
Please be kind to others you'll be smothered in your sleep

Bitches need to understand you don't fuck with mc
Bitches need to understand you don't fuck with mc

You hear that, bitches?

ZMFG

Worst Cybering Ever

worst cybering ever 2


Freaking lol....

http://muushi.net/

http://wildcritters.us/wc/

http://yiffstar.com/

http://fchan.us/

http://chan.yiffy.tk/

http://cubcentral.org/

http://e621.net/post


These are just a few image boards/forums/link sites/picture archives that I frequent. for those of you interested in starting, or for those of you wishing to building an archive, or those of you who just like looking at yiffy, these are for!

Okay, here is the skinny about what is:

After Thursday night, I will not be on this website for a full week.

Why? My grandfather had a stroke. I'm terrified for him, and I cried my eyes out fearing I'd lose my grandfather, the coolest person I know. So, I'm going up to Michigan to see him (hopefully not the last time) and some of my family for a week. As of now, his right side is paralyzed, and he is having difficulty speaking. The stroke really spooked him, and if anyone talks to him for too long it gets his blood pressure up.

But, here's the good news (and a rather strange coincidence!):

He had his stroke while going INTO the hospital. Turns out he was going in for surgery for carpal tunnel. So, luck was on his side and they were able to render assistance quickly. He's a strong man, and I believe he will get better. So, I apologize if I leave any conversations unfinished for a while, but I'm sure you all shall make do without me fairly well.

Adieu.

Thank you for calling 1-800-SUICIDE.

If you wish to self terminate by electric shock - press 1

For termination by overdose - press 2

If you would like to make a reservation to visit our drowning pool -

please press 3

For termination by hanging - please press 4

For death by self inflicting gunshot - press 5

To speak to a representative, stay on the line.

If you don't wish to die - please hang up now.




Dr.Online by Zeromancer...

Very Sexy song, look into it. Now.

Well, we did it again last night too! Except this time we played strip poker. I lost second, again, but the girls were naked showing off naughty bits first. Well, when we finished our poker game, when decided, HEY! Since we're naked, let's fool around with our respective partners! After a while Shaman started fingering Dessy while me and Brittany watched. And Dessy is a gusher. No shit, she squirts so much cum, it was ridiculous. I had to change the sheets on my bed. After a while, me and Brittany decided to fuck, so we switched through a couple positions with Dessy bucking and moaning in the background. When I came, Brittany sucked me off so that I would cum in her mouth, and Dessy apologized for the mess she made. It took two shirts to wipe up everything she messed over. And, when we tired of that, we finished Kung Pow. ^_^

When the movie ended, Shaman went downstairs, I remade my bed, and Brittany and Dessy snuggled up to me and we fell asleep together. Awesome night!

Well, here's how the evening started... Me and my girlfriend Brittany invited our friends Destiny (Dessy) and Shaman (Shawn) over for a game of Strip Poker...Well, we ended up playing Strip Blackjack instead because apparently Dessy doesn't know how to play poker. Well, we all wound up naked, and Shaman won with ONE GLOVE! The rules were simple in the game. Person who loses the most (by going over 21 the most) they have to take off a piece of clothing. When taking it off, they have to strip tease. If you lose all your clothes, you are out of the game...Well, as I said, Shaman won by a GLOVE! Well, during all of this, we were laughing hysterically, and cracking jokes left and right. But, when the game was done, we popped on music. Caramelldansen was first (awesome song) and we all Caramel Danced vigorously, and when that song ended we played Enya's song The Hills of Ireland, to which we all Riverdanced to. We couldn't stop laughing, and we were all getting really comfy with our nudity. After this, we hopped onto my bed, still naked, and we started watching really BAD hentai porn. Well, we continued laughing over the porn for a while, but after some time we decided to pop in Kung Pow: Enter the Fist! Well, while we were watching, Shaman started fingering Dessy. Well, I started teasing Brittany, and she started to stroke me until I was hard. Next thing I know, I'm laying beside her, lifted her leg, and started slamming my cock into Brittany's wet cunny. She must have cum twice just doing that. Well, Shaman and Dessy have stopped playing to watch, giving us a running oratory. I believe a couple of the lines were "Remember that position!" (Dessy moves around for a better view) "Okay, remembered..." and "Can you move your hips that fast?" (Referring to my fast thrusts) "Um...I don't know..." Well, I moved and sat down on my computer chair and Brittany sat on my lap and started to fuck me hard. Dessy and Shaman told us we were going to break the chair because of how hard we were playing. Well, after one or two of Brittany's orgasms later, I laid Brittany on the bed and Dessy and Shaman decided to head downstairs to play videogames. So, me and Brittany kept at it for bit, and Brittany started begging me to cum on her...Well, I did just that, and, in her words I "made a little reservoir" on her tummy.

That was my evening.

Okay, this is for people who want a link to ALL the stories I've written, because..well, I've written more than The Runt.

A Brother's Passion

After School

An Anthro's Wet Dream

An Anthro's Wet Dream 2

Love and Artwork

New Experiences

The Runt

The Runt: Tod's New Life

The Runt: Dangerous Encounters

The Runt: Double Trouble

The Runt: Food for Thought

The Runt: Children and their Games

The Runt: A Virtual World

The Runt: Personal Hygiene

Okay, seriously. My dragon brother Shaman introduced me to an interesting new group. The best way to describe them is "Evil Carny Musicals" because they use tuba, accordion, a banjo, spoons, a violin, and xylophone and the lead singer's voice is amazingly unique. I suggest you look them up, or I'll nom your face. But seriously, they aren't on Bearshare, and you can find three songs on Skreemr, for Songbird. They have songs on Youtube, but they are so new they have only one album out. I love this music!


They are...The Scarring Party!

Your Horoscope For Today, Brought To You by Weird Al Yankovic. Which Is Yours? Mine is in bold down below...cancer...yeah >_>

You know what makes me laugh people? Ism's. Racism. Sexism. Ageism. People hating people for something silly. I mean, truly, why does something someone think, feel, enjoy, or say, have to illicit such a negative response? I mean, who are you to say? My favorite thing to rant about is people who hate people for sexual things. How funny! People hate furries for being furry, and yet they, the haters, enjoy clown porn, zombie porn, tentacle rape, amputee porn, incest, scat and water sports, and Gods know what else. Hypocritical? Of course! But what TRULY amuses me is when people argue at LENGTH about how other people are wrong, disgusting, stupid, etc, and yet more often than not they never sit back and think "Who am I to judge, considering what turns me on"? No, they hear from a third party about something and how they took it as offensive, then jump on the bandwagon and lay waste to all the impure people before them with their righteous fire and hate! HA! What a laugh. It's like these people decide to waste their life judging others, while those being judged merely raise an eyebrow and ask "What was the purpose of that? Why should it matter to you what I like or don't like? What business is it of yours?"

The answer is simple. They are trolls. They are sophomoric, rude, foolish, and commonly ignorant and naive. They WANT a reaction, because they NEED a reaction. They want to cause strife and unrest. The solution? Laugh at them and then ignore them. But never argue with them. It just gives the troll what he wants: Attention. Like a crying child who breaks things to make his parents notice him, these children are making you mad so that you will argue with them so that they won't be bored.

Who knows. Maybe, if you ignore them long enough they'll get depressed and kill themselves. I, for one, would laugh and cheer if that happened.

The people who read this, most will nod their head and give a chuckle because they know of whom I speak.They've met them, and know them. Others will get grumpy and probably write a nasty little come-back diary entry (Which I won't bother to read, and if I did, I would laugh at them. A lot), or confront me directly. But hey, you know what? I can ignore them, or laugh at them, or both, and continue on my way, content with the knowledge that I aggravated someone for being unreasonable and close-minded. And you know why that's nice? It's because deep down, they know I'm right, even though they will argue against it.

THAT is what I find AMUSING. Their pitiful struggle to justify their hatred for those that are different than them.


Reminds me of Nazis. Okay you Schutzstaffel wannabes, send me something to laugh at you over. I know some others on this side who would LOVE to read what you have to say! Weak-willed wretches.

I'm a monster! RAWR! You have to watch this! the gnome is adorable!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UqFPujRZWo

Seriously everyone.

If you people send me messages that say "I want to Die" or anything similar, don't expect sympathy. I'll tell you that you are weak and that there are many people far worse off than you. For Christ sakes, you lived in a developed country and have free access to the internet, why are you bitching? Most every problem you have can be dealt with one way or another, over time or right away, but it will get addressed. Life is FULL of problems, and you live by dealing with them, adapting to them, and learning from them. It makes you wise. But bitching about it, throwing a self-pity party with all your friends invited, that won't achieve anything besides ire from people who see you for what you are. Pathetic.

Grow up and Get something DONE!

All of you out there who don't have an aversion to songs that make you wriggle with pleasure cuz they are so damn cute, look up Ich Hab Dich Lieb by Schnuffel. The music video is pretty cute too.

Ever heard of a thing called softpaw magazine? I was pittering through fchan, and I found someone who was banned for bringing it up. Apparently, it's a cub magazine for furs. Difference in normalcy? It's cub yiff! Now, I don't know if any of you have any opinion on cub yiff, but I, for one, think it is adorable. Yes, they are doing naughty things, but god they are so CUTE! It's like watching a kitten and a puppy trying to wiggle into the same slipper! Except, they have sex when they get comfy....

I am extremely depressed right now. I can't seem to pull myself out of this funk I'm in, but I can't make my feelings change for the life of me. It's all bleak ashes and sorrow for me...just, wallowing in darkness. I've cried myself to sleep countless times now, and I can't see the point of going on. Death seems like such an inviting reprieve to the droll monotony of my existence, and I'm tempted to take his hand and follow him into oblivion if only to escape this never-ending pain that I feel within me, this rending, aching sadness within my heart....There is no love. No happiness. No joy. Only the black abyss of day-to-day drudgery. The sunshine falling on my skin brings no warmth to my soul, nor a smile to my face, and it all seems like a pointless race to the grave.







Now, if you believed ANY of the shit that I just spat out, you need to be smacked for not really know me for who I really am.

For those of you who took it seriously, find someone to smack you. Okay? Good. Now let me tell you something. Life is for loving, living, experiencing everything that can bring a smile to your face, and warmth into your heart. The silken touch of your lovers hand. Oreos and milk. A puppy and a kitten trying to wiggle into the same slipper. An unexpected gift. A hug. For the love of all that is good, life isn't meant for moping! It isn't meant for regrets! When you jump in, you go both feet first! You give it everything you've got, and if it ain't enough, you laugh and say "Fuck! I tried, but this shit isn't working! Time for something new!" and then you go off on your next adventure! I'm tired of seeing diary entries from people who have had their heart broken and the page is filled with lines like the ones I wrote above, or the classic "My heart is broken. Love is a sham" or some such nonsense. Yes it hurt, but quit being such pansies! Time heals all wounds as the old saying goes. In four years, you won't remember the persons face, much less how they hurt you. Yes, experience makes us cautious of trying new things, and no we don't like being hurt, but guess what? It will happen. It always does! But walling yourself off from everyone and crying like an emo while cutting yourself and saying that life is misery is just a bad ploy for people to feel pity. you think I'm worng? Then why do people put it up in their diaries? The answer? Attention. They want people for them. Of course, people have the rebuttal "They just need to get it out. It's not that they WANT people to read it."


Bullshit! If they didn't want, or expect, nay DEMAND others to read it, they would have written it down on a scrap of paper in a journal in real life. Also, using the excuse "they just wanted their friends to know, that's all" excuse is naught but lies. Honestly, how hard is it to type the message, copy it, then spam the two or three people who actually give a DAMN about your relationship problems? It's not difficult people. It's just annoying to get on here and see that the little box in the corner titled "New Diaries" now has fifty new entries, and most of them is filled with whiny, depressing, pissant crap! I don't have a problem with fifty diary entries. Hell, I'll read them all if they are funny or worthwhile. But when someone is just bitching about a boy because he has a slutty girlfriend, or the boy can't get the girl, or the boy can't get the boy, or the girl can't get the dog, WHATEVER! NO ONE GIVES A DAMN! AT ALL! EVER!

Anyway, that's my rant for the morning. Time for work, with a sunshiny smile upon my face and a song in my heart! Toodle-ooh!

*KISSES*

Well, here it is. I am NOT pro-life. Never have been, most likely never will be. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but there it is. I think a woman has a choice. Of course, I believe this should be for solid reasons (not six months of pregnancy followed by the proclamation "HEY! I decided I'd rather just have a puppy instead!"), but I believe that women should have the right to choose. None of this bullshit about killing our future. No religious propaganda about how God will hate you. No pictures of dead babies being tossed into dumpsters and the like. All of that? It's words spoken by a fanatical group of people, all with relatively closed minds. Mind you, I'm not heartless (Note above my comment about the puppy?), but I'm more scientifically minded than I am a humanitarian. Stem cells. Useful, are they not? For the cost of one life (Hell, a thousand and I honestly wouldn't flinch) the dead can aid research that can save multitudes more from debilitating problems, and for many generations to come. Useful little cells, are they not? Of course, this is coming from me. I am the kind of person who will laugh a car crash. I yawn when I watch Ethiopian "Help these poor children" commercials. I play videogames like Fallout 3, Oblivion, and Fable, and purposefully follow the paths of evil. I am, deep in my heart, a bit of a twisted individual. This is not a proclamation in order to make people say "Oooh, he's a twisted individual", nor is it a supplication to the masses for attention. I commonly make my jibes at humanity at my own convenience and in private, so it has nothing to do with being noticed. No, it is a simple self-diagnosis. This personal realization, coupled with many reasons (One being scientific research to assist mankind, and another being the fact that I strongly dislike children bordering on loathing) has led me to be a person who, in essence, is pro-choice.

But, to both sides of this argument?

You both need to shut the hell up. Put down your picket signs, quiet those chants, and just go home.

Other than that, help stem cell research. I'd much rather have watched Superman walk again rather than listen to some insufferable brat screaming to his mother that he wants a toy and she's mean because she won't spend her money on this selfish want of his instead of food.

I work at Wal-Mart. I hear it a lot, so I suppose wishing that the kid had been used for scientific research instead of being born is a biased opinion. So be it. It's my opinion, not yours.