Cheese and Gus.
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It wants me to live in Wisconsin. What's in Wisconsin?
Cheese.
I hate what the mainstream media's done to that word.
Umm... isn't the Furry community partially to blame?
Let me put it to you this way. The idea that several people here have presented that furries are nothing but people who fuck in modified mascot suits has as much to do with the reality of mainstream furry fandom as the notion that slashfic writers are undersexed women with nothing better to do with their days than write lousy gay porn. And mainstream furry fandom *has* tried and is still trying to revamp that image. But you get shows like ER and CSI taking up the banner from misreported stories in Vanity Fair and fake documentaries on MTV leading to the kind of presumptions I've seen repeated here more than once. It's attempting to shovel a landslide with a rubber bucket.
Cheese is my desert island food, so I'm good with that. How did it know?
What does Gus have to offer me?
I just overheard an odd converation.
A: I'm going to Canada.
B: Where?
A: A big city -- don't remember the name. North of Lake Michigan.
B: Montreal?
A: Yeah, I think so. But I hear you need a passport to go.
B: Then I'm never going. I'm never getting a a passport.
A: I have to. But I really don't want to go down to the Federal Building.
It was like eavesdropping on an AU.
I googled the event mentioned. He's going to Toronto.
What does Gus have to offer me?
Depends on your fetish tastes.
They have 1200 thread count sheets on sale at Overstock. I just have to get that off my chest.
How much?
I met a guy who wanted to join a rodeo today. That's about all the interesting I've got. Of course, I met him in the lobby of a global corporate headquarters which has absolutely nothing to do with rodeos, cowboys, horses, steer, roping, or clowns.
Very polite man. Seemed sane. A little confused, I'll grant you, but polite.
Okay, well, clearly the internets want myself and Gus to get married, perhaps setting up a small cheese-producing company.
Thank Jebus for the internets making my decisions for me. God knows what would happen if I had to sort these things out myself.