cheer up, emo kid

>>186159
cheer me up then

this should make you happy. i bet emo girls are willing to mating press you with their VAGINA if you're the perfect mate for them. do your best and take responsibility, okay?

>>186182
I'mm mildly happy for now

Ask AI what it was like

gimick
gidick

this is what strangeworld would look like irl ヽ(´ー｀)ノ

I'm looking forward to the Strange World 3D update

finally, teh land where i am from ( ´￢` ) i was never able to leave my house to go see that loli, if only i wasnt so fat ( ;´Д` )

yes! hypothetically, if this does happen, you should post a video!!
>before informing her parents?
you shouldn't even inform the parents, just enjoy your new sex doll!... at least until they start asking questions (´･ω･`)

I love suicidal girlsヽ(´ー｀)ノ it wouldn't be wrong to do it

i forgot to add i would only inform her family if they started to get suspicious after a few days so i would tell them 4 hours after..(not OP but i am 186112 kun)

necrophilia is not illegal in itself, at least in burgerland. however, typically a law is broken getting to that point. for example, breaking and entering, trespassing, etc. but looks like you are in the green!

>>186112
>I love suicidal girls
me too. they help alleviate my fears of long-term commitment.

UUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh. Buy another one.

Sounds like she hit the expiration date

wayfair you got just what i need

i dont get it
the whole comic is about behaviour of women outside and inside the house, but in the first heyuri panel we have 2 fujos hanging out together and in the next panel we see 2 geyurizen hanging out with their kidnapped lolis, so what exactly is it trying to tell us?

heyuri is an earnest society ☆

>>186161
are you sure those geyurizens are raising lolis and not traps?

>>186161
fujos are at peace and lolicons too

i want a fujo to mating press me with her VAGINA

>>186149
what have i done to you to deserve this (ρ_;)

get neko-san on ur lap and show it this image on your computer

>>186152
i am just jelous of u trying to steal it's attention away from me!!

>>186155
there's no need to be jealous
we can both pet the cat and then we will accidentally touch hands while reaching to pet him, our eyes will meet for a moment that will feel like an eternity and then we will quickly pull away, not looking at each other while our cheeks redden, it will be like in the movies （ ´,_ゝ`）

>>186153
i tried this with mayonnaise

more like cat in a shell

escargot (´･ω･`)

>>186169
girl in shell, cat in hell
robin laid an egg

I would, but this is clearly made for footniggers .. so I won't.

don't ostracize fellow heyurizens 186080-san, even if they fap to feet!

I painstakingly edit ecchi pictures by hand but usually it's just to remove censoring and/or text

Hey you cant use AI! Youre stealing work from artists!
Me do it for you? No! youre request is too disgusting and morally offensive, i refuse!
Hey what are you doing, put that graphics card down!

special sauce!?

im more optimistic about spending my time on the computer because i have been telling lots of people about the girls i like and asking them about what kinds of girls they like and hoping to talk about girls but i sure get banned a lot! hahaha!!!

Sadly, the world has forgotten about 2D platformers
Platformers are the default game genre in my mind

i grow up playing rayman 1 on teh ps1, it was damn EPIK but was also very hard!

ate these for dinner once like 3 years ago and was huddled over the toilet for the rest of the night. the memory still haunts me.

when i was a kid, i went to play with my neighbor and his parents made this garbage and added putrid ranch on it.. i didn't eat it I just said i was full it was disgusting

>>186120
Sounds like this experience stuck with you

Any swedes here tried it?

Noep, i've not tried surströmming and it's not a thing people eat as far i know. But sure, it's Swedish traditional food.

>>186083
thats a MAN!

>>186084
the hesitancy of my erection disputes this perception

>>186131

We may, indeed, judge the tone and bias of a civilisation by its relative attitude toward dogs and cats. The proud Egypt wherein Pharaoh was Pharaoh and pyramids rose in beauty at the wish of him who dreamed them bowed down to the cat, and temples were builded to its goddess at Bubastis. In imperial Rome the graceful leopard adorned most homes of quality, lounging in insolent beauty in the atrium with golden collar and chain; while after the age of the Antonines the actual cat was imported from Egypt and cherished as a rare and costly luxury. So much for dominant and enlightened peoples. When, however, we come to the grovelling Middle Ages with their superstitions and ecstasies and monasticisms and maunderings over saints and their relics, we find the cool and impersonal loveliness of the felidae in very low esteem; and behold a sorry spectacle of hatred and cruelty shewn toward the beautiful little creature whose mousing virtues alone gained it sufferance amongst the ignorant churls who resented its self-respecting coolness and feared its cryptical and elusive independence as something akin to the dark powers of witchcraft. These boorish slaves of eastern darkness could not tolerate what did not serve their own cheap emotions and flimsy purposes. They wished a dog to fawn and hunt and fetch and carry, and had no use for the cat’s gift of eternal and disinterested beauty to feed the spirit. One can imagine how they must have resented Pussy’s magnificent reposefulness, unhurriedness, relaxation, and scorn for trivial human aims and concernments. Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and shambles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because somebody else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his sense of importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is persona

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>>186132

We have but to glance analytically at the two animals to see the points pile up in favour of the cat. Beauty, which is probably the only thing of any basic significance in all the cosmos, ought to be our chief criterion; and here the cat excels so brilliantly that all comparisons collapse. Some dogs, it is true, have beauty in a very ample degree; but even the highest level of canine beauty falls far below the feline average. The cat is classic whilst the dog is Gothic—nowhere in the animal world can we discover such really Hellenic perfection of form, with anatomy adapted to function, as in the felidae. Puss is a Doric temple—an Ionic colonnade—in the utter classicism of its structural and decorative harmonies. And this is just as true kinetically as statically, for art has no parallel for the bewitching grace of the cat’s slightest motion. The sheer, perfect aestheticism of kitty’s lazy stretchings, industrious face-washings, playful rollings, and little involuntary shiftings in sleep is something as keen and vital as the best pastoral poetry or genre painting; whilst the unerring accuracy of his leaping and springing, running and hunting, has an art-value just as high in a more spirited way. But it is his capacity for leisure and repose which makes the cat preëminent. Mr. Carl Van Vechten, in “Peter Whiffle”, holds up the timeless restfulness of the cat as a model for a life’s philosophy, and Prof. William Lyon Phelps has very effectively captured the secret of felinity when he says that the cat does not merely lie down, but “pours his body out on the floor like a glass of water”. What other creature has thus merged the aestheticism of mechanics and hydraulics? Contrast with this the inept panting, wheezing, fumbling, drooling, scratching, and general clumsiness of the average dog with his myriad false and wasted motions. And in the detail of neatness the fastidious cat is of course immeasurably ahead. We always love to touch a cat, but only the insensitive can uniformly welcome the frantic and humid nuzzlings and pawings of a dusty and perhaps not inodorous canine which leaps and fusses and writhes about in awkward feverishness for no particular reason save that blind nerve-centres have been spurred by certain meaningless stimuli. There is a wearying excess of bad manners in all this doggish fury—well-bred people don’t paw and maul one, and surely enough we invariably find the cat gentle and reserved in his advances, and delicate even when he g

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>>186133
In the matter of intelligence we find the caninites making amusing claims—amusing because they so naively measure what they conceive to be an animal’s intelligence by its degree of subservience to the human will. A dog will retrieve, a cat will not; therefore (sic!) the dog is the more intelligent. Dogs can be more elaborately trained for circus and vaudeville acts than cats, therefore (O Zeus, O Royal Mount!) they are cerebrally superior. Now of course this is all the sheerest nonsense. We would not call a weak-spirited man more intelligent than an independent citizen because we can make him vote as we wish whereas we can’t influence the independent citizen, yet countless persons apply an exactly parallel argument in appraising the grey matter of dogs and cats. Competition in servility is something to which no self-respecting Thomas or Tabitha ever stooped, and it is plain that any really effective estimate of canine and feline intelligence must proceed from a careful observation of dogs and cats in a detached state—uninfluenced by human beings—as they formulate certain objectives of their own and use their own mental equipment in achieving them. When we do this, we arrive at a very wholesome respect for our purring hearthside friend who makes so little display and ado about his wishes and business methods; for in every conception and calculation he shews a steel-cold and deliberate union of intellect, will, and sense of proportion which puts utterly to shame the emotional sloppings-over and docilely acquired artificial tricks of the “clever” and “faithful” pointer or sheep-dog. Watch a cat decide to move through a door, and see how patiently he waits for his opportunity, never losing sight of his purpose even when he finds it expedient to feign other interests in the interim. Watch him in the thick of the chase, and compare his calculating patience and quiet study of his terrain with the noisy floundering and pawing of his canine rival. It is not often that he returns empty-handed. He knows what he wants, and means to get it in the most effective way, even at the sacrifice of time—which he philosophically recognises as unimportant in the aimless cosmos. There is no turning him aside or distracting his attention—and we know that among humans this very quality of mental tenacity, this ability to carry a single thread through complex distractions, is considered a pretty good sign of intellectual vigour and maturity. Children, old crones, peasants, a

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>>186134
“. . . a limber elf,
Singing, dancing to itself.”

But whole volumes could be written on the playing of cats, since the varieties and aesthetic aspects of such sportiveness are infinite. Be it sufficient to say that in such pastimes many cats have exhibited traits and actions which psychologists authentically declare to be motivated by genuine humour and whimsicality in its purest sense; so that the task of ‘making a cat laugh’ may not be so impossible a thing even outside the borders of Cheshire. In short, a dog is an incomplete thing. Like an inferior man, he needs emotional stimuli from outside, and must set something artificial up as a god and motive. The cat, however, is perfect in himself. Like the human philosopher, he is a self-sufficient entity and microcosm. He is a real and integrated being because he thinks and feels himself to be such, whereas the dog can conceive of himself only in relation to something else. Whip a dog and he licks your hand—faugh! The beast has no idea of himself except as an inferior part of an organism whereof you are a superior part—he would no more think of striking back at you than you would think of pounding your own head when it punishes you with a headache. But whip a cat and watch it glare and move backward hissing in outraged dignity and self-respect! One more blow, and it strikes you in return; for it is a gentleman and your equal, and will accept no infringement on its personality and body of privileges. It is only in your house anyway because it wishes to be, or perhaps even as a condescending favour to yourself. It is the house, not you, it likes; for philosophers realise that human beings are at best only minor adjuncts to scenery. Go one step too far, and it leaves you altogether. You have mistaken your relationship to it and imagined you are its master, and no real cat can tolerate that breach of good manners. Henceforward it will seek companions of greater discrimination and clearer perspective. Let anaemic persons who believe in ‘turning the other cheek’ console themselves with cringing dogs—for the robust pagan with the blood of Nordic twilights in his veins there is no beast like the cat; intrepid steed of Freya, who can boldly look even Thor and Odin full in the face and stare contemplatively with great round eyes of undimmed yellow or green.
And so, Sir (I employ the singular since I cannot imagine that you, O Jacobe Ferdinande, would have the truly feline cruelty to spring all these ten-plus page

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SURPRISE ATTACK!