Every time the other patients see me in the restaurant they pull out their hand sanitizers. Because I do it every time. I've set a trend. "Oh, it's the rat. And I forgot to use my hand sanitizer."

When you overdo a kink and the topic passes past a certain point of not being kinky anymore. Is this like gooning? The hyper dick is now in the n-th dimension. The inanimate shoe has been a shoe for so long the protons around are decaying. The fart sniffing scene is nothing but a green screen.

Inflation. When the guy is about the size of a city and still inflating. Me with my whiny Milhouse voice "When is he going to explode!?"

You can put it in a sock and beat up some foxes with it.

They had Frikadellen/meatballs at the buffet today. Germans at the buffet are like... Have you seen Jurassic Park? The Velociraptor feeding scene. Like that, just way more graphic.

First time art therapy. I cheated though. I didn't make any art at all. Hwuahargl!

When a game you like is considered mid at best and it will probably never get updates or a sequel.

With all my negativity and stuff I would have made a decent Goth, but I just hate wearing black. Ma made me wear black all my childhood. People constantly thought I wore a mourning gown. And as a contrarian I'd be a Goth in a Hawaiian shirt with a hydrogen blonde mullet anyway.

Mein Arsch brennt! *Rammstein riffs* //I had to try the Chili.

Last rehab I've spent daydreaming about getting into Skylanders. This time I thought about getting one of those modern Nintendos and trying Pokemon again. Thought about it once.

Taking my feet out of my slippers, my glasses get foggy. Maybe I should have brought a pair of socks more or wash the ones I have. This is almost embarrassing.

Some behind the scenes of how cartoons are made. #BettyBoop

Apparently I'm not allowed to do the joke of the day at the therapy group no more. Yesterday we stood at the edge of the precipice. Today we're a step further.

"Do not antagonize those who bother to talk to you." *Copy/Paste* This is hard, man. They constantly say stuff I wanna object to and I'm constantly in fight/cynic mode.

daily #pokemon doodle 218 - #Slugma in a @beetlemoses.bsky.social style comic

we are all bastards for letting this shit happen

"Disable reposts". Add that option. No hoops, no workarounds. Get to it. I don't wanna mute people because they have a repost kink and I don't want a timeline that's nothing but someone's 15 minute obsession.

They have some German cover Harry Potter books here on the shelf. Well, I didn't read it when it was popular and you had to read it. I'm not going to read it now where it's controversial and you must not read it. I don't read. I'm a proud illiterate rat. An Illite-rat.

I forgot it's Saturday in a German village. They put up the sidewalk at noon and the only places open are the church and Burger King.

I've been on the Internet too long. It took me a moment to realize it's not something obscene.

I can indulge in the grossest kinks, but when I find a human in my furry stuff I could reverse eat. Eww, eww, Ewwman. If you're a human, I'm sorry. I find your general appearance revolting. Not even with a paper bag over your head. I couldn't even vore you without projectile vomiting.

You look pail today. *The inanimate pail filled with smelly diapers intensely wishing for a way to express dissatisfaction with the same joke every day for the last few months*

We have weekly positions and tasks here. One of them is the patient moderator, or Queen/King. I thought about taking the position of the Queen a few times, but doing a political statement while also indulging myself doesn't feel like it's worth the work. I'd look great with the tiara though.

Color theory. Which color do you think smells worse for feet or full diapers. Green or yellow?

A little something for @mrrattenheimer.bsky.social Here is Basti with unchangable diaper that can be sewed on it victim and can't be remove, it ever comes with a voodoo ragdoll that you can customize to who ever you want to permanently diaper Hope you like it basti #furryart #diaperfur

This spa town creeps me out. The grass is green instead of yellow. The leaves are ON the trees. And there's like no garbage anywhere. Not even just the basic street garbage, but no garbage at all. At least there are some abandoned buildings, but apparently without any junkies. Weird place.

When I was a kid my parents bought me lots of boardgames, but they didn't buy me any friends. They put a steak around my neck so at least the dog would play with me, but we didn't have a dog. My favorite game was stare at the wall and hope things will get better, but I always lost.

The Conversation of All Time

A little over a week and I can finally go home. I should have known this would be a complete waste of time. I'm tired of listening to problems of people from different worlds.

Trying to think of a show opening the Germans changed and that completely sucks. Not just one that misses the point but still kinda rocks if you don't know the original.

The classic Filmation logo and jingle still makes my brain release the good chemicals as if it were still the 80ies.

Boondocks Hateocracy. "Now we hated each other right away. But we hated everyone else even more." I remember when I heard that the first time. That's my friendship goal.

If I were a Pony, I'd pick a German name. Call me Marder Schaden. My cutie mark as a weasel eating a car engine.

Group therapy is the worst. I have my own problems and now I have to listen to other people's problems to drag me down even further. Am I supposed to be glad I don't have their problems? That's cruel. This entire psychotherapy racket sucks.

I'm a poor loathsome rat boy

We had a morning discussion about how you aren't allowed to do the quiet fox gesture at kindergarten anymore because it's also some Turkish ultra Nazi salute. I didn't even grow up with the quiet fox and I still feel robbed.

When the German writes Fuchs with X. Fux, kinda cute. Then they write it Fuxx. Approaching dangerous territory. Fuxxx. Danger, danger Will Robinson!

I could send you a picture of my face and my arse and you probably couldn't tell the difference. I'm that butt ugly.

Plain diapers are boring. They need distressed faces on them.

Back in the day they taught us standard English in school. That was before the Internet and nobody knew what English was good for.

Welcome to German sports class. I see everyone brought their body bag. As we say in German. Sport is murder.

My memory and information might be a bit faulty, but I'm fairly certain I'm the second ever German rat. Which, according to my information, makes me one of two German rats in total. You could chuck a rock at the German fandom and there's a 100% chance that you'll hit a fox or a wolf. Estimated.

The therapist gave me homework. "Why the illness doesn't ruin my life". Couldn't come up with anything for about a week. Then I wrote two pages once I let my cynicism take over. I think it was better than cheating with AI. Misery is like a warm safety blanket. It's always there for me. Cuddly.

Apparently you're a cynic when your hope for a cure is an American billionaire with that illness, ideally a philanthropist, and then after a year or two there will be a one pill cure. Instead of psychotherapy where you pay a lot of money for how to learn to live with it.

A bad German review always starts with a bad review of the review system because you can't give minus stars or points. "Wadda ya mean I have to give one star!? Is this a dictatorship!?"