WE WENT BOWLING AFTER DINNER FOR MY BIRTHDAY AND THERE WERE LIKE FORTY FURRIES THERE DOING, LIKE, SOMETHING OR ANOTHER I DON’T EVEN KNOW BUT THEY WERE BOWLING IN THEIR FURSUITS AND DOING VERY WELL ACTUALLY?????
they did a big group shot and invited me over to take pictures because i had taken selfies with a ton of them and then fuckin jess told them it was my birthday and they inviTED ME INTO THE GROUP SHOT AND LONG STORY SHORT HERE’S A PICTURE OF ME, PRINCESS OF THE FURRIES
so after posting this i found out that this is a thing that occurs monthly at this particular bowling alley because since this post BLEW RIGHT THE HELL UP and a few people found me and invited me to come back sometime?!?! this month’s furbowl (those are things, they’re called furbowls) happened to be last saturday and i was working a 12-hour closing shift that day but i showed up at the end of the night while they were already in the middle of the big group shot outside and they were about to disperse but i sprinted over asking them to hold still for just another second so i could get a picture and one of them screamed “YOU CAME BACK!!!!!!!” and, long story short, my reign continues supreme
(one of them owned that school bus; it had duct tape over the letters so it could be the “cool bus” and they called it the “waggin’ wagon”)
This story keeps getting better and better