Plinzer's House of Flying Weasels
batch-10:

In which advice from an eel was good.

batch-10:

In which advice from an eel was good.

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

The father then forced the little boy to go out and labor in the coal mines to pay for the destroyed fence. The boy dies months later in a cave-in. The grief of losing her only child drives the mother to suicide. The father is now a raving drunk who lives in a shipping crate and makes money by giving blowjobs to passing strangers.

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

The father then forced the little boy to go out and labor in the coal mines to pay for the destroyed fence. The boy dies months later in a cave-in. The grief of losing her only child drives the mother to suicide. The father is now a raving drunk who lives in a shipping crate and makes money by giving blowjobs to passing strangers.

You're just temping the social justice anons for the sake of tempting social justice anons now.

I got them on FS, I got them on FM, and I couldn’t care less if I got them here. Which I doubt because I don’t think I’m being followed by anyone here who would give a shit about social justice.

What do you think about demisexuality?
Anonymous

Only being sexually attracted to those you’ve formed strong emotional attachments to? That is not an orientation. That’s called being the same as almost everyone else on the planet and inventing a name for it because you want to feel special.

whorrim-maryam:

plinzer:

whorrim-maryam:

plinzer:

The entire point of my blog is complaining when people are wrong on the internet.

no it isn’t

Yes it is.

a complex analysis of your blog has found that the entire point of your blog is to subtly encourage the spread of anti-american values you absolute drag

9/11.

stellar-iron:

plinzer:

whorrim-maryam:

plinzer:

The entire point of my blog is complaining when people are wrong on the internet.

no it isn’t

Yes it is.

What if we compromise and say it’s half the point of your blog.

What are you, some sorta Canadian?

whorrim-maryam:

plinzer:

The entire point of my blog is complaining when people are wrong on the internet.

no it isn’t

Yes it is.

The entire point of my blog is complaining when people are wrong on the internet.

twirliest:

purrlstar:

I did another yogstuck thing

Fantastic! :D
Ridge is so well done!

twirliest:

purrlstar:

I did another yogstuck thing

Fantastic! :D

Ridge is so well done!