vital fursona update; aging ungracefully on purpose
OK, yeah. It stared me right in the face and bared its grossdorable orange buck teeth at me.
My oldjerksona has gotta be a nutria. Just imagine this grumpy little shit (Fig. 1) as an anthro with grey hair, granny glasses, and a highly musty brown leather jacket (Fig. 2).
And then GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, KID, I'M IN LINE HERE.