HE DID IT GUYS, HE FINALLY DID IT!

which one??

Why not both? At the same time! Like most miraculous ladybug fans want to do to marinette and cat noir.

wonder if harry would be into crossdressing, i'd dress harry as rosianna and viceversa and have at them

noice

No shrinkage this time.

Feck off

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Doesn't work. Third panel implies he doesn't know what a condom is.

While it COULD feasibly be shorter, the comic is designed with generic formats in mind so if he wants to fit it all on one page he'd need to fuck up some layout instead. Besides, the art isn't ugly, there is no text, so it's not like it needs compressing.

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Not really, there would be more of a confused look on his face if that was the case.

The shortened version user posted works. But as you've said not everything needs to be shortened down. I swear the CAD rule did more harm than good by causing loads of people to blindly believe "shorter = always better" without reason.

you did it harry boy

Why was the last thread deleted? I missed grabbing a lot of images due to that.

MAH BOY!
Son, I am not disappoint.

indeed

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Well, somebody must have them.

you should cut the last panel into two

Not gonna lie, I've been tempted but, ultimately I would only break the golden rule of threeway if the other guy was feminine enough and were to be bottom bitch. No exceptions.

I never found males attractive until that show came out. I think I'm a bisexual now. What's happening to me?

It's the internet fucking with your sexuality. Don't blame you, before I was straight as an arrow now I've developed a fetish for traps, passable crossdressers and futas.

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Isn't the author british?
I like british humor. There's something very wrong with it on a really deep level.

British humor is based entirely around cringe.

Stay salty, Argentina.

Only subhuman Peronist scum cares about the Falklands anymore. We're too busy trying to deal with our own dindus now. I don't get how do you get to that conclusion from "I like British humor" though.

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Cause he's probably not a bong.

Does it count as getting cucked if she was never yours to begin with?

Ha.

Damn user why do you fuck up my sexuality with this.

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We're Holla Forums. Everything counts as cucking even if it has nothing to do with cucking.

That's smug loli Wonder Woman.

Wrong motherfucker.

Witch Trainer was such wasted potential.

Fuck YOU

I have these three.

Actually I think I have more.

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I don't find this fat rabbit attractive at all

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I would pound that bunnyhole all night.

I mean, if it is Sexual Bullying i could possibly see it.

What the hell are you talking about? You must be gay not to see the true natural beauty of a female body.

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G….go on

Thank you!

some of these are pretty funny

Yeah.

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shit no wonder her face looked so familiar.

that was pretty funny.

truer words have never been spoken.

I must find where this came from.

The author seems to be pretty redpilled with those bright pink nig lips and the last panel

I'm not too familiar with this Rosianna meme but I'm liking it so far. Some jokes are well funny.
She's a bit thick, too. Is that the new thing? I've seen a lot of people as of late celebrating the true thick n' juicy.

In some comics it's established that she overeats.

Good luck on your search, user!

Sex and food

Not even once.

Food is gross.

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Quick question, if a woman injected steroids and worked out to the point where her tits are nonexistent would there even be any need for her to wear a top?
At that point you're pretty much looking at man chest anyway.

I don't think you can actually work out till your tits are all muscle, because tits aren't all fat, you still have the mammary lobes and lobules.
Search up breast anatomy.

I know about that shit, but a woman with already small tits can wind up looking like a fit guy with a mild case of gyno, at which point would anyone give a shit about seeing them anymore?

I'm not one for fat girls or furries but I like Rosianna for some reason.

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This song hits home….I'm almost 30 and still a virgin…

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Some of these are mildly disturbing.

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This one would have an actual joke if it was a pizza shop that was on fire.

muh fetishes…

that actually would have been great.
do you write?

You disappoint me.

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I'd fug him

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That comic is actually pretty hilarious, thanks for pointing me in its direction.

It's a grocery store.
That's a second page.

ebin. 10/10

me too, hes a hottie. that dumb fat bunny bitch couldn't see a qt boy even if it fell on her dorito bowl.

Yeaaah I'm not finding this lardy bunny attractive in anyway. She does absolutely nothing for my dick. I think it's the fact that the artist uses her both in grossout humor strips and also somewhat lewd circumstances so I cannot help it but find anything lewd about her inherently disgusting

How'd you survive?

I just did it due to that comic and…ouch.

Is there a way to find more of these comics?

never mind. Found the website.
rosiannarabbit.com/

Looks like he was right about you being a dirty argie though.

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how about she plays it so loud she goes deaf

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this could've been avoided if they didn't pay upfront.

kek'd and checked

you're a fag

seriously it's time to lift the gay away

Isn't /fit/ basically a gateway to gay?

the ultimate gateway is /cm/ shit, I got turned by a comic called angs storyu, it's on endchan's /cm/

Oy vey this comic is so offensive and racist.

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Yep, that's London alright.

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But I am

story time, user. Tell me the details

Speaking like the true K Type full Testosterone fuel man's man that you are son. You're doing god's work.

Reminds me of all those adds claiming to get women into bed with 3 magic words.

Yeah, but the r / K blog run by the guy and his book on r / K selection theory has some pretty smart stuff going on.

Like this dank article right here : anonymousconservative.com/blog/one-in-five-corporate-workers-may-be-psychopaths/

And if you think about it, Rosalina, is literally the definition of an r-type protagonist. She selfish, needs massive influx of free resources, is impulsive and is only out for reproductive needs, and is a high times preference kinda gal (pun also intended).

"I'm a femnazi!"?

Do you got a pdf to the book? I got a lot of backlog to finish, but it could come in handy when I get to it. I'm at a university in colorado, so the hippie/liberal scene is central here.

Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her chamber issues,
Arrayed in lace, brocades and tissues.
Strephon, who found the room was void,
And Betty otherwise employed,
Stole in, and took a strict survey,
Of all the litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the matter clear,
An inventory follows here.
And first a dirty smock appeared,
Beneath the armpits well besmeared.
Strephon, the rogue, displayed it wide,
And turned it round on every side.
On such a point few words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest,
But swears how damnably the men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces
The various combs for various uses,
Filled up with dirt so closely fixt,
No brush could force a way betwixt.
A paste of composition rare,
Sweat, dandruff, powder, lead and hair;
A forehead cloth with oil upon’t
To smooth the wrinkles on her front;
Here alum flower to stop the steams,
Exhaled from sour unsavory streams,
There night-gloves made of Tripsy’s hide,
Bequeathed by Tripsy when she died,
With puppy water, beauty’s help
Distilled from Tripsy’s darling whelp;
Here gallypots and vials placed,
Some filled with washes, some with paste,
Some with pomatum, paints and slops,
And ointments good for scabby chops.
Hard by a filthy basin stands,
Fouled with the scouring of her hands;
The basin takes whatever comes
The scrapings of her teeth and gums,
A nasty compound of all hues,
For here she spits, and here she spews.
But oh! it turned poor Strephon’s bowels,
When he beheld and smelled the towels,
Begummed, bemattered, and beslimed
With dirt, and sweat, and earwax grimed.
No object Strephon’s eye escapes,
Here petticoats in frowzy heaps;
Nor be the handkerchiefs forgot
All varnished o’er with snuff and snot.
The stockings why should I expose,
Stained with the marks of stinking toes;
Or greasy coifs and pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a week in?
A pair of tweezers next he found
To pluck her brows in arches round,
Or hairs that sink the forehead low,
Or on her chin like bristles grow.
The virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia’s magnifying glass.
When frightened Strephon cast his eye on’t
It showed visage of a giant.
A glass that can to sight disclose,
The smallest worm in Celia’s nose,
And faithfully direct her nail
To squeeze it out from head to tail;
For catch it nicely by the head,
It must come out alive or dead.

Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the chest?
That careless wench! no creature warn her
To move it out from yonder corner;
But leave it standing full in sight
For you to exercise your spite.
In vain the workman showed his wit
With rings and hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this disguise
A cabinet to vulgar eyes;
For Strephon ventured to look in,
Resolved to go through thick and thin;
He lifts the lid, there needs no more,
He smelled it all the time before.
As from within Pandora’s box,
When Epimetheus op’d the locks,
A sudden universal crew
Of human evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remained behind;
So Strephon lifting up the lid,
To view what in the chest was hid.
The vapors flew from out the vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The bottom of the pan to grope,
And foul his hands in search of Hope.
O never may such vile machine
Be once in Celia’s chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
Those “secrets of the hoary deep!”
As mutton cutlets, prime of meat,
Which though with art you salt and beat
As laws of cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest fire;
If from adown the hopeful chops
The fat upon a cinder drops,
To stinking smoke it turns the flame
Pois’ning the flesh from whence it came,
And up exhales a greasy stench,
For which you curse the careless wench;
So things, which must not be expressed,
When plumped into the reeking chest,
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell.
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
But Vengeance, goddess never sleeping
Soon punished Strephon for his peeping;
His foul imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her stinks:
And, if unsavory odors fly,
Conceives a lady standing by:
All women his description fits,
And both ideas jump like wits:
But vicious fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the charms of female kind;
Should I the queen of love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking ooze?
To him that looks behind the scene,
Satira’s but some pocky queen.
When Celia in her glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his nose
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her ointments, daubs, and paints and creams,
Her washes, slops, and every clout,
With which he makes so foul a rout)
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravished sight to see
Such order from confusion sprung,
Such gaudy tulips raised from dung.

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In Berlin in 1920 5 marks wouldn't have got you a great deal.

Wow, that was cold hearted

I'd be leading but yeah I could make it happen.

Find yourself a nice abstinent girl. She won't give a fuck, but then again, that might be the problem in the first place.

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well, I'm glad he got readmitted.

also, is that a dick on her book?

this is so familiar

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