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CommanderCTC
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"At your service."
# Statistics
Favourites: 44020; Deviations: 228; Watchers: 192
Watching: 1169; Pageviews: 57767; Comments Made: 5470; Friends: 1169
# Comments
Comments: 2547
You interested in a art-trade?
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Hmm...
Send me a note.
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Thank you so much for the favourite! <3
Consider watching me if you like my art
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You can also find me on twitter and tumblr where I post daily there too C:
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Thank you! ^_^
Though... I do prefer Red Velvet cake.
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Thank you, Wolf.
Means a lot.
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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 27: Thunder - Any thunder-box in a storm
Using a thunderbox is a risky thing in the land down under. A rusty tin shed exposed to the elements, the Australian outhouse was home to a whole number of fun creepy crawlies. I’m sure some of you might have heard of the term “red back on the seat”, well, it’s actually a thing. Thankfully, modern plumbing has significantly reduced one’s risk when squatting on the throne, but even then, it’s not without its perils. An example. Up in Northern Western Australia, there is a large sand goanna sometimes called a bungarra. It’s dangerous, but not deadly, for the most part. Anyway, I know someone who used to live up there and one day they went to use the loo (bathroom) without turning the light on. Only just barely sensing that their butt was imperilled, they turned the light on and inside the bowl was the large head of a bungarra, watching them. Apparently these enterprising lizards climb up sewerage pipes looking for clean water and get stuck. It’s quite an ordeal to get them out, but nothing compared with the shock of finding one in the first place. Anyway, just thought I’d share that. Although it’s probably best if you try to forget it the next time you really need to go number two. Might make things harder for you.
-ParanoidPooper
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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 26: Stretch - Yoga Class of 2018 BCE
I never really understood the big fuss about yoga. Then I tried it. Only once, but once was enough to completely change my life. After just one 2 minute super express, highly condensed teaser class, I was able to perform incredible feats. Like touching my nose to my navel, or my earlobe to my eyeball, or, and this was really impressive, my tonsils to my pancreas. Unfortunately the effects were short lived, and I realize now that this is how “they” get you. Once you experience the awesome powers that yoga bestows, you become hooked, and in order to keep them you must continue the classes. Sounds a lot like an extortion racket if you asked me. But nobody does. All because I now resemble a human pretzel. It’s my own fault, really. I should have read the warning in the class pamphlet. Don’t practice advanced poses unattended. My superhuman yoga powers wore off halfway through the attempt and now I’m stuck.
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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 20: Breakable - By the power of Grayskull
I had the power of Grayskull once. It was nice. And really useful for opening tough jar lids or that time I had to help a friend move house. It also came in handy when a raging horde of interdimensional hell fiends decided to invade my apartment bathroom. I still have no idea what they were after, although I suspect my toilet sit cover was the likely target (it’s enviably soft and fluffy). Glen, from marketing, can’t keep his hungry eyes off it whenever I host the weekly game of corporate mandated snakes and ladders. Team building exercises are the worst, am I right? Anyway, if I had to put money on who sent those infernal imps, I’m going with Glen. Ralph, over in accounts, is giving me good odds so fingers crossed that I win the pool. As for the power of Grayskull, well, I kind of lost it to unsavoury individual in a game of high stakes, backroom SNAP! But I’m sure he’ll put it to good use.
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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 14 - Clock a.k.a Totally Tick Tocked
I’ve been in a long running dispute with a random stranger over the viability of temporal homicide for quite some time now, and I felt it was necessary to set the record straight. To those unfamiliar with issue, I am of course referring to whether or not one can, in fact, kill a clock. Sure, it sounds like a pretty straight forward concept but some people can’t seem to get their head around it. This person even went so far as to demand proof that such a thing was possible, which is completely ridiculous. Where am I even supposed to find a suitable target for that kind of demonstration? Due to their notoriously laid back nature, finding a clock that might be deserving of murder is extremely difficult. Sure, I suppose I could just pick one up a Walmart but it seems particularly cold blooded to end the life of an innocent timepiece just to win an argument. I mean I’ll do it, but I’m gonna feel really bad about it afterwards. I just don’t know I want that kind of guilt on my conscious, if I really being honest about it.
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Oh well, here it goes.
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Thanks for the fav on DS#43 - Sweet mercy, someone please put it out...
SBCS or Spontaneous Beard Combustion Syndrome is a condition that effects 1 in 5 of the 4 thirds of the 1 in 3 billion bearded men in the world, and one overly hairy woman named Gladys. For too long has this horrific condition gone unnoticed, relegated to the realms of science fiction, like the Trekky mania and Herpes. But this tragedy can go on no longer. We must stand up, raise our bearded chins high and tell the world “We will not stand for this! So what if it’s itchy. Too bad that it scratches our partners. I don’t care that it makes me look like a criminal. Our beards are people too!” So when you next see a bearded stranger walking down the street, tell him, you feel his pain. Make sure he knows you support him in his struggle. Deep down, he will thank you.
You can also do your part in raising awareness of this terrible affliction. Call your congressman, write to the president, send me money, and shout at random pedestrians from your car. Also, you can send me money. With your help, we can beat this thing, by sending me money.
Let us end SBCS together.
- CombustibleHairball
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Thank you for choosing AbsurdAir, your captain for this flight is KaidokJ . I have no license, I’m considered legally blind and I’m easily distrac… Wait, what was I talking about…
But not to fear. There’s a good chance we’ll never make our destination, but since this whole flight metaphor is just a weak attempt at a humorous anecdote, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Ah damn, I just shattered the illusion by crashing through the 4th wall.
Anyway, thanks for the watch.
I’m sure you regret your choice by now, considering this madness is basically what you signed up for, but since all tickets are non-refundable, welcome to Crazytown. Quarantine measures come into effect upon arrival. 
On a more serious note, here’s basically the run down. Posting regularly (fingers crossed), free funny stories in almost all fav replies, and an intro to Kevin the Llama in the Llama Badge reply. Also, if you haven’t already heard, I’ve been designated Kevin Llamason’s official biographer, so you can check out what he’s been up to in The Kevin Chronicles . (Unfortunately “The Kevin Chronicles” are currently on hiatus, while Kevin gets a handle on his pinecone addiction. In the meantime I hope to experiment with a new format in the near future, so keep an eye out for that)
So that’s about it. Thanks again for flying AbsurdAir, and I hope you enjoy the ride.
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My apologies, it's just that Cybrog-06952 made fun of me, that's why I needed your help.
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If you're asking me to blackmail my friend...
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Screw you.
And that's the politest comment I can think of.
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Thanks for faving my Momma ! - Art trade with Pisceros !
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