I was nearly asleep, when a thought suddenly popped in to my head. What will happen to the children of all those freakjob furries that manage to meet up and start families? I'm talking about the ones that are really demented, the ones that are three hundred and fifty pounds a peice, cant fit in a shower, and make the public aware that they are out of their trees by wearing cat-ear headbands and belts with tails on the back. The ones that honestly believe they've got a spirit animal and bring it up in every conversation they happen to be in earshot of.

Holy christ, these kids do not stand a chance. Imagine that you are eight years old and one day your dad comes in your room, sits down next to you on your bed and starts telling you about how you've got a tail and nobody can see it. Then he goes on to tell you all this fake shit about how anthropomorphism is more viable than getting girls that dont draw wolf boners on the internet.

Maybe those kids will be alright. Some of them at least. Some will be irreversably molded into psychotic dogfuckers but a few will hopefully figure out that their parents are the weirdest kind of retard and that they want nothing to do with them, and move out when they are twelve. Their grandparents may intervene and maybe call social services after they force their daughter to go to class every day with cat makeup and cat paw gloves from a halloween costume.

I should probably start a charity or foudation to make sure these kids dont get the shit beat out of them constantly. Give out college scholarships because theres no way their parents can save money for them with anime dvds costing as much as they do. Run a TV commercial showing a scrawny starving kid between two parental-styled blimps with animal ears on, doublefisting cans of mountain dew and a bear-dick shaped dildo clearly visible in the background, then a voiceover kicks up asking for donations to help support these poor little shits that had the poor fortune to be born to furry parents.