All hail mummah
The only fluffy i “wub” is Bomba.
( WHAM! WHAM! crunch crackle splatter )
Fuck with my head you little shit? Just you try it with your fuckin’ brains splattered across the floor.
Fuckin’ mind control. Fuckin’ fluffies. Fuc… ( sound trails off as I round the corner and keep walking )
You had me “you wub mummah,” jeez. Come here you… tummy tickle time!
Its like… Backmasking the song.
PRAISE MUMMAH
stares deeply in the eyes of the mare
No. You’re not going to use that on me, I have been trained in Jellen-Hypnosis, and it doesn’t work on me or my associates.
Gerry, my companion Jellen, pops in, and says
Yeah, he’s been well trained in our arts. Be carefully, we’ve taught him all sorts of worse ways of our arts.
Gerry licks her eye, cackles, and pops back home
Huu huu, nu faiw! Ou suppose tu despaiwe! Despaiwe! Huu huu, wai nu despaiwe??
I read the picture and said to myself “All shall love Mummah and despair!”
Then I noticed the caption.
Booperino, you magnificent bastard, you are my new favorite fluffy artist.
lmao thanks!
Ok