artist:FluffShep_47 doodle mildly_derped reaction safe wat weirdbox

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Anonymous1: STOP TRYING TO MAKE FAT FLUFFIES A THING, YOU RUTABEGASTITCH.
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Anonymous2: I dig it
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Anonymous3: I like fluffies THIC
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Anonymous4: I like fluffies PLUMP.

Plump and JUICY and a broken neck and some knife work away from being a roast!
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Anonymous5: are you still dying of food poisoning, shep?
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Anonymous6: Give em hell fatso.
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FS47: @Anonymous: It's subsiding, but not nearly fast enough.

Huu-huu, nu wike huwty-poopies.
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FoalOut4: Needs a pacifier, and to be thinking about miwkies!
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Anonymous7: @FS47: it's usually about a day, 2 if you're unlucky.

Drink a lot of water
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FS47: @Anonymous: Day three of my imprisonment in the foulest latrine the depths of the Ninth Circle of Hell had to offer. My rations of both the precious quilted paper and the soul's own desperate fortitude are dwindling at a wretched pace. I dare not range far from the porcelain shackle to which my ravaged portal has been tethered. Indeed, I hardly dare to list port or starboard for fear of waking the hellion that has taken up residence within my lower portion. No, no... Only the stillness soothes the serpent, that writhing, clenching, twisting thing that now stirs, bellowing its brass report in the dark of the fog-thick night. Yon infernal beast groans within the depths, circling the proverbial bend like a plague ship drifting steadily toward inevitable destruction on the reefs of some haunted isle as all hands lie transfixed, forced to watch their impending doom looming ominously upon the fell horizon, but not a single soul among them able for the grace of men or gods to muster an ounce, nay even a fraction of the dire strength required for to prevent it. Alas, to find corpus too bedraggled, too ravaged, too forlorn to even fathom to resist the coming cataclysm of flesh and foulness the likes of which nary a soul has known since the terminus of old Pompeii. As the sun begins to creep over the fourth horizon, I am beset with the stark realization that I am most assuredly damned. This is my end; My burning, aching, throbbing, swollen, reeking, hemorrhoidal end.

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Soulvei: @Anonymous: You fuckin' made me lose my shit LMAO "Rutabegastitch" XD
@FS47: Srsly, your fluffies are cute
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Anonymous8: @FS47: as an alcohol with IBS who loves spicy food, I feel your pain.

Somehow, food poisoning is worse, though, probably from the fever and the cramps. My hangover dumps don't hurt, but I do get the red ring of death around the brown-eye