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0x53667436…c46csent to0x27a1975b…3b46·#15,355,578·0x77b8bcbb…2b1473
<text transform='translate(78 134)' font-size='12' font-family='CourierNewPS-BoldMT, Courier New' font-weight='700'><tspan x='0' y='10'>Hi, I’d like to speak to the manager. Yeah, okay, I tried to stick</tspan><tspan x='0' y='30'>this Sticky Note to my refrigerator and it did not stick. Instead,</tspan><tspan x='0' y='50'>my phone fell to the floor and now the screen is cracked, and I</tspan><tspan x='0' y='70'>have 4 screaming children who haven’t eaten because I can’t click</tspan><tspan x='0' y='90'>the send button for the UberMeats order. You call this a soulbound</tspan><tspan x='0' y='110'>token but the only token I think you have going on is that devil’s</tspan><tspan x='0' y='130'>lettuce kind that unbinds your soul and sends you directly to</tspan><tspan x='0' y='150'>Satan. I demand a full refund and you should be ashamed, just add</tspan><tspan x='0' y='170'>some glue… like, anything. It needs to stick to my fridge or it’s</tspan><tspan x='0' y='190'>not a sticky note. False. Advertising. I have to be at work in 45</tspan><tspan x='0' y='210'>minutes and insist you fix this now.</tspan></text>#d2aaff
0x53667436…c46csent to0x27a1975b…3b46·#15,355,004·0x5ad677c4…e36e1f
<text transform='translate(78 134)' font-size='12' font-family='CourierNewPS-BoldMT, Courier New' font-weight='700'><tspan x='0' y='10'>-Milk -Cereal -bananas -strawberries -red peppers -garlic -chicken</tspan><tspan x='0' y='30'>-tri tip -tomatoes -chips you’ll probably eat instead of the rest</tspan><tspan x='0' y='50'>of this -vitamins to offset chip intake nutrient deficiency</tspan><tspan x='0' y='70'>-espresso -bring home take out food anyway </tspan></text>#fff8aa
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,349,082·0x96241923…e6a706
SqueakyThings change, people change. I have changed. And I owe it all to my Savior, the Savior of all FLUFkind, FLUFthulu. The bar life was a dead end, and so was my previous life as Wilhelmina S. Burrows. It always felt like I was between the wrong place and my destiny. Now that I've found my home in the Cult of FLUFthulu, my whole perspective and identity have washed away into the maw of the Exalted One. I asked myself a lot if this was crazy, but after The Wreck and the places FLUFs were forced to retreat to... well, we barely bounced back from the brink of extinction anyway. And where was E.A.R.S.. They were sworn to protect the Fluffle, but power corrupts all of us. Just look at Scrooge, and even Dusty, although he is kind of a tool. At least with the Cult of FLUFthulu, I know what I am getting. My new family takes good care of me, and they have my back. We know that evil stirs, and just like you would sip the hair of the dog the day after some heavy drinking, we aim to fight fire with fire. It was Screamin Jay Flufkins who showed me the strength of the Darkness, late one night. He cast some bones that foretold a Great Awakening and told me that I would be crucial in the resurrection of FLUFthulu. Anyway, I like the new me. I have lost myself in the community of other FLUFthuluites. Come chat sometime, I would love to tell you about our Lord and Savior, FLUFthulu. I still make a mean Carrot Martini, but now that I have found FLUFthulu, I can add an extra bit of magic to my Art. HAIL FLUFTHULU
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,109,792·0xd8d46141…4ef114
Screamin Jay FlufkinsReincarnated as a rabbit, Screamin Jay Flufkins once lived as an eccentric, voodoo infused rock star, raised by the Blackfoot tribe and with a howling voice that chills to the bone. Known for his flamboyant performances, the true nature of his supernatural ability was kept a secret from his audiences, and instead obfuscated via seemingly meaningless spurts of jibberish on stage. However, Screamin Jay was a guru of the occult. The spells he cast were very real, and his inhabitation of a Fluf is walking, talking proof of his skill, dripping with haze drenched mystery. There is much speculation about the occult networks in the Underground, and Flufkins is no stranger to the depth and darkness beneath it all. Rumors of a Fluf demon worshipping cult abound, and their symbols shown in broad daylight. Whispers of a LuciFur walking amongst the Flufs undetected have reached the ends of the Metaverse. The Undead Flufs live in mansions and drive Lambos, but no one bats an ear. Once myths of an ancient entity known as Flufthulu have begun to gain traction in reality. Despite his rank in the Fluffle, it is possible Flufkins himself commands carrot curses, hare hexes, and even the subterranean souls of sacreligious subjects that predate the Fluf by millennia. Undertaker of the Underground, Screamin Jay dreams of a life back in the limelight. His true identity cannot be exposed, or the Fluffle may become suspicious of his origins. As he waits for the battle for the very heart of the Fluffle to manifest, he sometimes mumbles the same supposed nonsense of his predecessor. Is he speaking in tongues, or will he serve the ill will of the Underworld beneath the Underground?
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,109,792·0xbc2a4754…c94d49
Screamin Jay FlufkinsReincarnated as a rabbit, Screamin Jay Flufkins once lived as an eccentric, voodoo infused rock star, raised by the Blackfoot tribe and with a howling voice that chills to the bone. Known for his flamboyant performances, the true nature of his supernatural ability was kept a secret from his audiences, and instead obfuscated via seemingly meaningless spurts of jibberish on stage. However, Screamin Jay was a guru of the occult. The spells he cast were very real, and his inhabitation of a Fluf is walking, talking proof of his skill, dripping with haze drenched mystery. There is much speculation about the occult networks in the Underground, and Flufkins is no stranger to the depth and darkness beneath it all. Rumors of a Fluf demon worshipping cult abound, and their symbols shown in broad daylight. Whispers of a LuciFur walking amongst the Flufs undetected have reached the ends of the Metaverse. The Undead Flufs live in mansions and drive Lambos, but no one bats an ear. Once myths of an ancient entity known as Flufthulu have begun to gain traction in reality. Despite his rank in the Fluffle, it is possible Flufkins himself commands carrot curses, hare hexes, and even the subterranean souls of sacreligious subjects that predate the Fluf by millennia. Undertaker of the Underground, Screamin Jay dreams of a life back in the limelight. His true identity cannot be exposed, or the Fluffle may become suspicious of his origins. As he waits for the battle for the very heart of the Fluffle to manifest, he sometimes mumbles the same supposed nonsense of his predecessor. Is he speaking in tongues, or will he serve the ill will of the Underworld beneath the Underground?
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,059,095·0xf362f118…6feb13
WilsonHave you seen my dog tags? Been Underground for a minute. Woke up and some thief of a Fluf with Honeycomb fur came and jacked my goods. I did not fight the wars leading up to The Wreck for this bruh. HMU if you find it.
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,056,564·0xf97353de…70e72c
Wilhelmina S. BurrowsMadam Burrows did not choose the THUG LIFE, the Thug Life chose her. Just like her Kentucky Waterfall Mullet, it is always business in the front, party in the back for this bar bunny. Pull up a stool and grab a carrot martini, but dont expect any less than the truth.
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,056,539·0x4be4254e…9f7dc0
Wilhelmina S. BurrowsMadam Burrows did not choose the THUG LIFE, the Thug Life chose her. Just like her Kentucky Waterfall Mullet, it is always business in the front, party in the back for this bar bunny. Pull up a stool and grab a carrot martini, but dont expect any less than the truth.
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,056,490·0xe3363511…99493c
Wilhelmina S. BurrowsMadam Burrows did not choose the THUG LIFE, the Thug Life chose her. Just like her Kentucky Waterfall Mullet, it is always business in the front, party in the back for this bar bunny. Pull up a stool and grab a carrot martini, but dont expect any less than the truth.
0x53667436…c46csent to0xccc441ac…a68d·#13,025,618·0x6eaf2a88…b53ed9
ANY OF YOU FLUFFING PIGS MOVE, AND ILL EXECUTE EVERY MOTHERFLUFFING LAST ONE OF YOU Honey Bunny didnt chose the Thug Life, the Thug Life chose her. Like her signature Mullet, its always business in the front, and a party in the back.