BOBBY: Dad! Dad! I finally picked out a fursona! It's-
HANK: Is it a real animal?
BOBBY: gh-
HANK: Come on, Bobby, we talked about this. Everyone thinks Dale's a jackass with his closed species.

HANK: If you make your fursona a pokemon, where are you gonna be in a few years when the next big fad comes around?
BOBBY: Then I'll just get a new one.
HANK: Bobby, a fursona isn't just something you throw away when something new comes along. It's a piece of yourself. Why, I've had Lyndon here for thirty years.
BOBBY: Here comes the ref sheet.
HANK: (takes a folded up piece of paper out of his wallet. his fursona is a jacked as hell bloodhound)

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mike judge get on cameo so I can pay you to talk about my fursona in your hank hill voice

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"I don't like that Grace girl walkin' around here with her fursona. Skunks are pests, you shouldn't be dressin' up like one where kids can see. What if Bobby saw?"

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"What if he gets the wrong idea and hugs a real skunk? She's not the one giving him the tomato juice bath."

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HANK, distraught: Oh, God, I was born in New York! My fursona is a fraud! I'll have to get a pigeon, Peggy! A rat with wings, that's what I am!
PEGGY: I don't know, it'd be kinda romantic if we were both birds. Me, the uptown owl and you, the downtown pigeon. We could soar through the sky and-
HANK: (withering glare)
PEGGY: Alright, alright, jeez

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HANK, squeezing his wife around the waist: I don't call 'er Peg for nothing

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