Fearsome nightcreeping jackalope, your unholy craving for hot human blood is both terrifying and revolting. Please stay away. Love, Krotpong
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I sleep under a furnace on a bed of rusty nails with bricks for a pillow. Is it any wonder that I'm a light sleeper?
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I'm Mr. Krotpong. This is my blog. I post what I like, when I like. I take most of these pictures. I write many dorky things. Don't hold it against me. I'm a nice person.
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- Picked a fight with the concrete...
- "Death's brother, Sleep."
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5 comments:
Kill by night... And cuddle by day? He's so fluffy I just want to use him for a pillow. I'm sure I could spare a pint or so... He couldn't eat that much, could he?
The bloodthirst of the jackalope is legendary. Cuddle? Maybe. It would be the last cuddling ever, but... maybe. Don't forget about the face eating! Be CAREFUL.
Ah! I had forgotten about the face eating! Thank heavens that I caught your warning before I snuggled in for that untimely final cuddle. I thought I might have blood to spare, but I'm afraid I mightn't survive the lack of a face. I owe you one, brother.
Jason owns the Jackalope. He would love this pic.
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I spotted this Jackalope on South Congress, nowhere near Sixth. So many Jackalopes!
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