I knew one furry who was always going to land a $100k+ government job. But reliably continued buying and selling scrap electronics. If he told me he’d be over from noon to two, I could reliably expect him at 8-9 and he’d apologize that something happened with regularity. It wasn’t a constant source of tension since I just learned how to map his statements to eventual reality.
We're primarily a server for LGBTQ+ folks with interests in technology, cars, food, travel, photography, and furry-type things. Hosted in the Weird Part of Texas by a tigerholic Bear and his Koopa Husband.