Enough of these low quality threads with >women. Describe this image in your finest prose Yea Forums

Enough of these low quality threads with >women. Describe this image in your finest prose Yea Forums.

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bugs.. easy on the carrots

STATELY, plump Bugs Bunny waddled across my lawn...

agreed

Honestly a thread ending first post. Great job dude, you did very well

Wholesome chungus bruce willis in terraria

This is actually perfect.

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>Bugs ... easy on the bullets

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This one is sick too, can’t wait to hear what happens

carrots, easy on the bugs

My sin, my soul. Red-dee-t: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Red.Dee.T.

BIG CHUNGUS

he need some milk

When I see this post I can’t stop smiling

A tumescent lump of fur and filth with a cinematic classic type of rodent buck-toothed sycophantic grin rolled over and said "FEEL THE BERN"

>this is what newfags have turned Yea Forums into
I'm tempted to leave and never come back

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Not a single day I don't think the same thing.

See you tomorrow

>Once, there was only tripfags . . . if you ask me, the Big Chungus is winning

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no one:
absolutely nobody:
still nobody:
not a single soul:
literally no one:
not even big chungus:
random incel on Yea Forums: SOIJAK(500).JPG LOL I QUOTE YOU
[everyone disliked that]
baby yeed: wait that's illegal
brie larson: ok that was lowkey on point
pickle rick: *slaps roof of car* luke did i ever tell you about the time i turned myself into a pickle? it was an epic moment.
luke: *is retarded*
CIA: Bane?
sans undertale: hey don't google HP Lovecraft's cat name
[OP googles hp lovecrafts cat name]
CIA: congratulations you got yourself caught!
stan lee: *flies past in a spaceship* ooooh i dont care what universe you're from that's GOTTA HURT
[everyone laughed]
keanu reeves: you're breathtaking!
area 51 guards:i bet i can take keanu reeves
keanu reeves: you sure about that
keanu reeves: kills all area 51 guards
area 51:wait thats illegal
Everyone liked that
CIA: am I joke to you?
Alt right incels: there's no way star wars can be good agai....
Baby Yeed: hold my beer
Big chungus joined the chat
Drumpf has left the chat
4chanlets: 'Yeah, I'm thinking this is kind of epic based pilled, maybe a bit of a coom moment?? Idk think I might post a frog.

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>A stanza on our Lord and saviour in iambic couplets

Behold - the mighty, Jackson-glovéd Chungus:
The only thing that ever lived among us
That ate an ageing woman in one bite.
Behold his size, beware his phallic smite.

There is an almost inherent inclination within man for the pastoral, the agrarian. Most men, feeling plucked from the forests their ancestors once foraged in and placed within a jungle of concrete and steel feel at least some level of aimlessness if not anxiety, waking to the sound of unnatural horns and sirens before donning one layer too many in a demonstration of valuing office etiquette over comfort. That, coupled with an evolutionary desire to draw blood, is why men hunt.

The retreat to wilderness, though itself only a makeshift forest reserved and maintained by man just for this leisure and sport, allows the outlet for man to believe, if only for a weekend, that he has returned to the time and place he was naturally selected to survive in. However, he has given in to vanity, and gifted himself tools which elevate him to a point past that of apex predator; with his gun, he has become God.

Which is why when a man who perfectly exhibited this aimlessness, who lives this anxiety each night before restless sleep, and whose only escape was to become this God of the forest for three days and two nights, was presented with the most corpulent rabbit he had ever seen, in person or otherwise, he was completely severed from his escapist fantasy.

Here was a rabbit not raised with survival in its mind or danger in its sights, but fed to excess from the hands of other men, other rulers of its fate, False Gods. It was not the rabbit's size alone which snapped Elmer Fudd away from the idyllic wilderness he had shaped in his mind, but the way in which it turned to him, a hunter holding his instrument of judgement at the rabbits double-chinned face, and made what was unmistakably a smirk, even daring to raise its eyebrows at him. This smug rabbit had just opened its mouth to a smile at God Almighty, probably expecting to be fed yet another carrot in the trivial life of excess it had led.

Elmer lowered his gun for a moment. He could not allow his dominion to be tainted in such away, otherwise he might as well be hunting for pigeons in Central Park. If he were to shoot this still orb of fat that could barely jump in place, let along dodge the buckshot of his rifle, he might not be able to return to this escape ever again.

"Jesus, is the thing wearing gloves?" He asked himself. He needed to recenter.

No, this was not an omen of his world crumbling, of him being usurped as God. This was merely a subject which refused to follow the rules of his domain, a subject which would need to become an example. lest the forest begin to mimic that which he wanted to escape.

BANG

Impressive bugs

is Yea Forums unironically and ignorantly posting "chungus"? Jesus Christ it's worse than I thought.

cringe

seethe

this

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dilate

cope

based

samefag

An exercise in sincerity.
Irony is comedic malpractice, a humor substitute used by generic Instagram meme page administrators and women. Big Chungus dares to stand against this paradigm - it replaces referential refuse with something valuable, something inherently funny. Laughing at obese animals is a cornerstone of our collective sense of humor, and Big Chungus can be classified as a return to our roots in that sense.
Reject modernity, embrace Big Chungus.

Keep going.

On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a big chungus came out of the garret in which he was lodged in S. Place and hopped slowly. as though in hesitation towards K. Bridge.

Call me Reddit. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me at home, I thought I would surf about a little and see the funny part of the internet. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before entering my African American Humanities class, and bringing up the rear of every protest I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking Trump hats off - then, I account it high time to get to Yea Forums as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to my battlestation. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards funny memes with me.

cope