My First Handcrafted Meme
07-27-2017
, 09:47 PM
Featuring my dream Noodley babe, Debbie Wasserman Schultz.
MAGA,
Jake ;-)
07-28-2017
, 01:24 AM
07-28-2017
, 12:09 PM
07-28-2017
, 12:56 PM
07-28-2017
, 02:43 PM
07-28-2017
, 02:43 PM
07-28-2017
, 02:44 PM
07-28-2017
, 02:44 PM
07-28-2017
, 02:46 PM
Folks, I have adjusted my meme to make it more relevant.
Best,
Jake :-)
Best,
Jake :-)
07-28-2017
, 02:51 PM
07-28-2017
, 03:47 PM
Jake :-)
07-28-2017
, 03:49 PM
07-28-2017
, 05:11 PM
My third meme.
Enjoy!
Jake ;-)
Enjoy!
Jake ;-)
07-28-2017
, 05:31 PM
Jake
07-28-2017
, 05:57 PM
This is getting sinister!
Jake
Jake
07-28-2017
, 06:10 PM
07-28-2017
, 06:37 PM
Not only is this how they feed, it's also how they communicate.
Jake
Jake
07-28-2017
, 09:12 PM
Larissa Williams was a sweet heifer. Raised in Denton, TX. She’d stroll around looking for every sweet bit of wind that would come off the pond.
The pond wasn’t tepid, as it was filled with largemouth bass who kept the crawdads at bay. Their literal fish gills filtered out the algae. One day, Larissa took huge gulps out of the pond when Marty Amos, a prepubescent bass, bit her on the goddamn nose!
Larissa eased into the stockyards and plotted her revenge.
Her mind raced a million miles per hour that night. Where did Marty sleep? Could she kill him? Could the methanes from her excrement permanently poison Marty’s habitat?
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Graphic depiction of that day:
The pond wasn’t tepid, as it was filled with largemouth bass who kept the crawdads at bay. Their literal fish gills filtered out the algae. One day, Larissa took huge gulps out of the pond when Marty Amos, a prepubescent bass, bit her on the goddamn nose!
Larissa eased into the stockyards and plotted her revenge.
Her mind raced a million miles per hour that night. Where did Marty sleep? Could she kill him? Could the methanes from her excrement permanently poison Marty’s habitat?
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Graphic depiction of that day:
Last edited by PuppyFridayYall2; 07-28-2017 at 09:22 PM.
Reason: Added picture for clarity.
07-28-2017
, 09:43 PM
# Part 2: No more Mrs. Nice Heifer! #
Larissa made her life-altering decision that dreadful night. She knew this:
1. In order for her excrement to permanently poison wiseass Marty’s pristine habitat, the load would have to be “udderly massive”.
2. The only way to increase her load size was to “beef up”.
She began eating tons of vegetation, tacking on mass like you would not believe. If she saw a bird, she would eat it. If a cat meowed, she knew that protein was nearby. She even began drinking her own milk, starving her children and eating their corpses.
As you can see, her mass gain was a wild success. Note: with the help of transformation professional, DWS, Larissa even changed colors, like a chameleon, to disguise herself from unsuspecting Marty.
Jake
Larissa made her life-altering decision that dreadful night. She knew this:
1. In order for her excrement to permanently poison wiseass Marty’s pristine habitat, the load would have to be “udderly massive”.
2. The only way to increase her load size was to “beef up”.
She began eating tons of vegetation, tacking on mass like you would not believe. If she saw a bird, she would eat it. If a cat meowed, she knew that protein was nearby. She even began drinking her own milk, starving her children and eating their corpses.
As you can see, her mass gain was a wild success. Note: with the help of transformation professional, DWS, Larissa even changed colors, like a chameleon, to disguise herself from unsuspecting Marty.
Jake