Tillister Antoinette Crowley Princess of Barkness says, "it's cold outside, mom. Sure I may have murdered a squirrel and rolled in its entails, but you didn't have to give me a bath about it"
Pupper aboos

Violence is the language of the unheard- MLK

Oh for sure. I'm pretty SOL in event of nuclear or zombie apocalypse. I'd have to travel about 100 miles to get to a major city.
Although, if my friends needed shelter from these things, I have room and I'm 80% off grid.

Easily a 15, possibly a 30, depending on how Good this pupperino is. 15 if they're a hell spawn like my Tilly, 30 if they have nice manners and do tricks without bribery.

I'm as left as they get, queer as folk, and can be found running barefoot on my homestead in the woods with my dogs and chickens. I recently had to educate a self identified "country boy" on why we don't eat raw poke sallet, especially the ones with pink stems. That country boy wouldn't survive shit

I think country boys are less afraid of cities and city folk than they are of being seen as inferior or inept. I think it's less about snowflakism and more about fragile masculinity because fewer people these days can live off grid successfully.

I explained that one can spill the tea, or throw shade, but one doesn't throw perfectly good tea at anyone😆

But now, I have a new euphemism and will be throwing tea at my besties. YEET!

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After telling my mother a very shocking bit of news, or gossip depending how you look at it, she agreed with my boss that the event was not a big deal. Then my mom, bless her ever loving sweet little heart, said it's "just some piping hot tea to be thrown at someone"

1000/10 best selfie. Your ears are so adorable and I hope you get many treats today, and your humans break out the GOOD catnip

What a lovely little fungi!

This is Lebowski, and his poor body cannot handle any kind of cold. He has severe arthritis in his legs and his short hair is only now growing back in from the skin issues he had when he found me. This is his first sweater, and he will not allow me to take it off of him now. So handsome

My mother and her pup, Arya. I rarely get permission to take or post pictures of my mom anymore but I have it today 🥰

Hello tulip, I love you. Your whiskers are very tidy today, and that's self care. ❤️ May the mice forever fear the silence of your pouncey paws.

Frost on the Confused Rose.

Hairspray and Harvey Wallbangers

Arya in a brief moment of calm, sleeping on Tillister Antoinette Crowley like a pillow. Even more shocking, Tilly allows it. Please send pizza I'm going nowhere for the conceivable future.

Combs and cocktails?

These are my very confused roses. Miss ma'am, it's nearly December. Why are you getting dressed up?

I hope this platform does better than MeWe.