At the bar I work at, Tuesdays, we have become invaded by....
FURRIES.
I'm talkin full fox costumes from head to paw.
They take over the pool table area, barely drink, and stink.
:cry: my watering hole is tainted by blue and white fluff, and one of the fuckers waved and meowed at me.
SWEET JESUS
EXTERMINATE!
What if you organize all the other employees to show up dressed as furries as well on that day, hang a bunch of stupid furry pictures on the wall like various presidents dressed as furries, or furry rock stars or something, invite Chuck E Cheese...? Let them know how wacky and irregular they're not really. Maybe they'll go find somewhere else to be the wrong kind of weird.
find a furry face mask of a pig and leave it on a stick in front of the door
Those faux fur costumes are highly flammable, right? Candles and tealights. MOTHERFUCKEN EVERYWHERE!
ONLY JUGGALOS CAN SAVE YOU NOW.
Leave a 6 pack of Faygo out back.
Furries in Florida? There's isn't enough Right Guard on the planet for that...
Quote from: Hoopla on July 30, 2013, 03:01:41 PM
Furries in Florida? There's isn't enough Right Guard on the planet for that...
Arizona is crawling with them. At 110F.
You need to MLP the shit out of them!
Have a larp dressed as white witches and druids. Those ones with the pointy white hoods that cover their whole face.
GO DRESSED AS HUNTERS
USE LIVE AMMO
KEEP PELTS ON LIVING ROOM FLOOR
That shit is not cool. Meowed at you? That is unacceptable.
Why dont you dress up as pest control?
Or as vets.
I mean, they're never going to breed anyway, but, it pays to be sure.
Yes. Neuter/spay them for the public good.
Go with the Juggalos, the candles, AND the furry face on a stick.
Call my sister. She has no filter or restraint with these types.
Do I have a filter?
Answer: no
Actually, many of them are quite nice, until I want the pool table. They seem to think they own that bitch, but that bar is mine so it never works out in their favor. Their sad little faces when I'm shaking a cue at them yelling "Don't make me break this in half...".
They back down rather quickly with their tails between their... ugh. Literally.
I don't really know what to make of this whole thing other than to make them spend all their money.
Of course subtlety escapes me sometimes. "You drinkin? No? So you're just hangin out here like it's your clubhouse then? I don't think so. Go get a beer or find a comic shop ya bum."
The fact that they aren't paying customers gives you the right to tell them to leave.
I was suggesting my sister so she can do it without consequence, and you can pretend you're a good employee. Or some shit.
...Now I want hot wings from your bar. DAMN YOU.
Apparently I'm a better employee than I thought. More on that later.
I cannot smell those wings without wanting them.
Also- now: taco Tuesdays. WHAT!
My alley... it's all up in it.
Sounds nastay.
It's Furry Day again. My friend just sent me this pic.
(http://i.imgur.com/sDmJBbY.jpg)
In case y'all thought I was kidding...
(http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f45/Squidoid667/damnfurries_zpsa8b69433.jpg)
This is just a few of them.
(http://i.imgur.com/OnfWsls.png)
Oh my god that poor boy :eek:
:lulz: