This is bullshit. I'm sick of the stereotyping. So my pants are on fire. Doesn't mean I'm a fucking liar. Maybe I just enjoy a nice pants fire every now and then. Fucking chill, brah, it's the 90s.
Water runs from me... and sometimes towards me... and sometimes it stands still. It really depends on the slope situation, and other environmental factors...
A grateful world: Thank you, Fur Ass King.
Fur Ass King: aw. You’re very welcome, grateful world. Do I dingle berries? There some dingle berries? Little berries on mah bee-HINE?
A grateful world: Oh, Fur Ass King (applies flushable booty swabs)