me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
@shitpostsampler this feels up your alley
Prism and Fry are definitely being lazy bums due to the Blaze and Praise weekend, but- This is one of our most requested to-dos, and we feel like @itsafckingsnickersbar just nailed it. There is literally nothing we could do to make it better. We’re folks who rarely tread where others have been (yeah, there’s exceptions), but look at this. It’s perfect.
Fry thinks she spooked the OP on Facebook a little, whoops, apologies (we 100% lurk in a lot of the snark based cross stitch groups) … But! You can get the border wreath here on Etsy, and insert whatever font makes you happy.
Happy stitching!


















