RRRRRRAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRRRRR (Yummy Fish)
iambigfoot:
therealnessie:
rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
yummy fish
yummy fish
rrrrrraaaaaaaaawwwwwwwrrrrrr
swim deep hide
swim deep hide
rrrrraaaaaaawwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrr
yummy fish
yummy fish
See, that’s more like the real Nessie
Oh, right, because all ex-wives are just jabbering monsters who want nothing more than to eat and to talk your ear off. Since we’re mining stereotypes, here’s you: “Grrrrrr, hungry, kill, shit, hide, grrrrr.”
I hate you.
iambigfoot:
clarktheraccoon:
Anybody want to buy a slightly used leaf-blower? Let me know. I don’t need this thing anymore and, I could use the cash.
That’s MY leaf-blower, Clark. I want it back. You can’t just borrow my shit and sell it on the internet.
What an asshole.
Yeah, because you used that leaf-blower all the time. I’d be like, “Honey, could you please get rid of the leaves in the driveway?” and you would absolutely do it in a timely fashion.
Seriously, I’m sure Clark needs the money more than you need a leaf-blower you’ll never ever use. Unless this time apart has changed you, in which case you should definitely take the leaf-blower back. Those leaves are still in the fucking driveway.
Grow up, you inconsiderate butthole.
iambigfoot:
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, been a pretty crazy couple of weeks and it’s been hard to find the time. The old lady kicked me out and I’ve been kinda on the move ever since. But I just had to post this pic. I’m crashing in this wax museum tonight and guess who they got a wax sculpture of? That’s right! John Lithgow!
Anyway you guys have a good one. If you need me I’ll be curled up at the feet of Wax Lithgow, catching some Zs.
Do you guys call it that? Catching Zs? That’s what I call sleeping.
G’nite
-BF
Damn right I kicked you out. I should write a letter to the wax museum and let them know who left the gigantic shit you will inevitably take on their floor.
nessie, did you and bigfoot have a relationship that ended badly
Anonymous
I don’t want to talk about it. I bet he does, though. That guy couldn’t shut up if he tried.
I'm not insinuating - I have proof, and you damned well know it.
Remember the sailor outfit . . . ?
Yeah, I thought so.
Don't even pretend.
I’ve spent years and years not getting photographed by people who’ve tried to photograph me. I challenge your accusation.
All of you - You, Nessie; you, Bigfoot; you, Clark - you all need to shut up and quit being dicks to each other, lest you all forget the photos I took of our wild "party" three weeks ago.
You wouldn't want certain . . . people . . . to suddenly find these now, would you?
I won’t even respond to your actual question because you’re not just addressing me here. You’re also addressing that stupid fucker Bigfoot, with whom I want no association. Fuck that guy and fuck you for even insinuating I have any kind of sordid history with him. And good luck getting invited to any more of my parties.
But, yeah, Clark’s okay.
Anonymous
He doesn’t really hate you. You just think that because you believe in him. He is a myth. An urban legend. A joke. I am Nessie. I am your God now.
iambigfoot:
clarktheraccoon:
I was so wasted last night! Look I’m not even looking at the camera! That’s how wasted I was!
Clark, you’re an alcoholic.
Once again, Bigfoot’s ready to point an accusing finger. Hey, Bigfoot, maybe you should take a long hard look at yourself for once. Instead of telling other people what you think their problems are, you could try to better yourself. Go out more. Finish books you start. Stop shitting yourself in your sleep.
Just some thoughts.
New blog!
Thought I’d give Tumblr a shot since that faggot Bigfoot seems to think he’s so fucking important that people want to hear what he has to say about the most recent time he shit himself and had shit stuck in his fur for the rest of the day. Get better at shitting, you stupid piece of shit.
Is this right? Is this how you blog?
