Aren't we blessed to know we live in a timeline where official scooby doo donkey tf happened? (ep: Scooby-nochio)

Some rare goodies came in to go in my Pleasure Island collection. Disney rarely acknowledges this scene now but when they have they done it well.

“Please, Señor, I don’t want to be a donkey!” How many times has Dr. Sanchez heard that from a Pleasure Island escapee? Begging for mercy while pleading poverty isn’t going to sway the vet—to him, they’re just a bunch of stinking animals.

Initially, WigWag and TicTac thought their penis cages were a hoot. But when they discovered the ingenious devices were tamper-proof, could fry their do-dads with a powerful electric charge, and be used to punish other bad behavior, they were truly “shocked”.

After Mooner and Banjo got fully donked, they ended up spending the rest of their lives carrying fat American tourists up the mountain sides of some rocky Greek island. Ironically, their Pleasure Island getaway was the first time that either of them had set foot abroad.

Vanity, thy name is donk. Pleasure Island guests can’t stop checking themselves out after they’ve gotten their sassy new tails. Fortunately, the park is full of fun house mirrors and shiny surfaces for them to gaze into. And in a pinch, a puddle of tears does the trick.

Often when a Pleasure Island escapee arrives at a Tijuana clinic, he discovers that while tail docking is cheap, it’s the anesthesia that costs you. Any donk that has undergone the procedure will tell you that the concept of animals not feeling pain is a big fat lie.

Unlike Noah’s Ark, where the animals are paired off for the purpose of procreation, the Pleasure Island donks are partnered because it takes an even number to pull the Coachman’s wagon.

Young gringos know where to go south of the border to get their donkey shots. Mexican doctors are just as good as those in the US, except they don’t accept insurance. They also ask fewer questions and are less concerned about trivial side effects.

Pleasure Island uses “The buddy system” - a wickedly ingenious arrangement where two donks, the "buddies", are paired so they can monitor and inform on each other. It’s an effective way to ensure good behavior because if one ‘buddy’ is naughty, both get punished.

“Double your pleasure, double your fun.” I always buy donks in pairs because it amuses me to have them compete to retain the last shreds of their humanity. Eventually, they always end up turning on one another— claiming their buddy deserves to be “hooved” instead of them.

In the back areas of Pleasure Island that the public never sees, there is a mountain of smartphones belonging to the former ‘guests’. I’m surprised a wily entrepreneur like the Coachman isn’t selling them as a side hustle; he’d make a pretty penny.

The first thing a bro does when he gets his tail is try to post a selfie on Instagram. Unfortunately, the Pleasure Island Wi-Fi is as spotty as a donkey’s dongle. Their girlfriends and buds back home will never see the carefree, early stages of their donkification.

Come pick up our special love themed candy being distributed all over the island today.And don’t forget they sponsor our annual Valentine date night gala later tonight. Who’s all coming with, or to find there one true Sweethawwt? #pleasureisland

A Pleasure Island Donkey Show is nothing like the infamous ones they have in Tijuana, although the grand finale does have an overly excited and freshly tf’d donkey boy spunking a giant load all over the audience. It’s kind of similar to attending a Gallagher performance.

It’s true, Pleasure Island does have a fly problem. And not just the common housefly, but horseflies, the kind that have a penchant for biting donkeyboys in their sensitive parts. I suspect these ferocious insects are attracted to the scent of Axe Body Spray and panic.

It’s always nice to spot a familiar face like @mrkristofer.bsky.social when I visit Pleasure Island. Here he is welcoming party boys with complimentary cigars. Although between you and me, I’m not sure whether he is management or livestock.

I find it curious that the preferred brand of stogie among Pleasure Island donks is Blammo Reliable Exploding Cigars. I mean, the name says it all, right? Besides, I think they smell like satan’s asshole. I’ll stick with my mood-elevating gummies and edibles, thank you.

This old chestnut from the early 2000s is a memory of two brothers, Mike and Mark, I once worked with. They’re probably out there somewhere today, grey-haired, with college-age sons of their own. I prefer to think of them living “pants-free” and smoking stogies on Pleasure Island.

On this year’s Pleasure Island getaway, I noticed a number of tech bros added to the usual mix of frat boys and bachelor party-goers. Rumor has it that one of the island’s old salt mines is being turned into a data center powered by donk shit, which PI has in vast amounts.

Logan had never left the States until that one wild vacation to Pleasure Island. How a gringo ended up being a cruel luchador’s pony slave south of the border is a mystery. Perhaps he escaped, perhaps he was sold. Sadly, he can’t tell his story because he’s just a dumb animal now.

There’s nowhere for the freshly donked to escape to if they decide that a life in the Pleasure Island salt mines isn’t for them. After a night or two trying to eat thistles and hearing the local wolves get closer and closer, they’re ready to surrender to animal control.

A few of Pleasure Island’s “guests” end up being park “employees” instead of being sent to the salt mines. They work the concessions and pick up all the endless piles of donk shit. The biggest ones, football player types, even help wrangle their freshly transformed brethren.

Whenever I visit Pleasure Island I always make sure I leave with a big jar full of donkey sauce—it makes an excellent face moisturizer, which is how I maintain my youthful good looks. Some of the vendors even let you milk it fresh from the animal.

I always make sure to take in a Donkey Show whenever I visit Pleasure Island. Last year I saw a drunk finance bro win the the title of Mr. Bouncy Balls. Gosh, he was proud of his swollen orbs, each the size of a cantaloupe. I wonder if he was allowed to keep them.

The dress code on Pleasure Island is decidedly casual. Sweatpants roomy enough for a big fat donkey dong are popular. As are union suits with their convenient back doors that can accommodate a tail. Going pants-free is perfectly acceptable.

I’ve packed my bags and am on my way for a week’s vacation on Pleasure Island— just in time for the annual running of the donkey boys. Unfortunately, I won’t have time for day trips to The Island of Dr. Moreau or Circe’s Isle, even though they’re in the same neighborhood.

Donkey play, Angel fuckers and Puffy Kinks? Never fear @sampsonnightly.bsky.social and I are here and tackling your secret fetishes! Live now: youtu.be/ClUmq5LICLY

Oh dear, this is EmbarrASSing. How am I gonna explain this? Of all the days for my new boss to stop in, why did it have to be #TFTuesday??? 🎨 By: @stickmanwww.bsky.social

okay fine ill share this finished anim before my break this was a lot of fun to work on, there are a few bits im not quite happy with but hey, first full animation this year #tf #tfeveryday #transformation #donkey #asinine #jackass #animation

would you still like me if i made a jackass out of myself and grew an embarrassingly big pair of donkey ears and a long hairy tail in the middle of an amusement park

Sound like a jackass if you have the nerve!

Just remember when I hear the brays, you get on my notifications list!

Just remember when I hear the brays, you get on my notifications list!

As a donkey boy i am big into big fluffy donkey ears, that one episode of Merlin with Arthur going donkey, iconic 👌 The act of having to try and hide such an obvious change when you are on a slow burn transformation. Chef kiss.

Where my Donkey fans at? It says Stick “horse” but that is totally a Donkey.

On the island this view changes real fast!

Don’t make an ass of yourself :3 #transfur #TFeveryday

Japanese discount store Thank You Mart, is scheduled to release a new line of affordable and practical goods inspired by Pinocchio

And doesn’t he rock the look perfectly!!

I woke up this morning in my own bed and now I can't be sure if that was real or if it was a nightmare fever dream. I think I'm coming down with something though... I've never had body aches this bad. Can't feel my feet and I keep sneezing. Darn hay fever...

@herewolf.bsky.social had gambled it all, right down to the very last chip, and with it the last bits of his humanity. He came looking for donkeys but discovered they are not found, there made, by his partaking in the indulgences he enjoyed too much. #WorldDonkeyDay

I must've had one too many, I'm not usually this bad at poker. Not sure why I feel so heavy and brain so fuzzy. Maybe I need to get some whawwwter

@herewolf.bsky.social had one card hand left to play it looks like the island wasn't holding back. One last gamble with the chips and he belongs to the island.

Damn, I kinda feel like I chipped a tooth or something, my mouth feels a bit numb and teeth really hurt. I don't feel any gaps so I think it's okay. Maybe I'll stop snacking on those carrot sticks they keep bringing around. But they're so sweet, kinda hitting the spot really

@herewolf.bsky.social losing streak continued, with each passing hand his own mug couldn't fit in his beer mug anymore. #WorldDonkeyDay

These chips are kinda weird but whatever. Blinds are called "brays". We're having fun joking about that and hee-haawwing as we call. I think this full house is a good time to see your bet on a "pair of ears"and raise you five "patches of fur"

@herewolf.bsky.social was having to much of good time to notice that with each losing hand he lost more than his chips. He was gambling his humanity slowly away, the island has him now. #WorldDonkeyDay

@herewolf.bsky.social found a tavern where he could rest he’s busy feet and play Pleasure Island Poker all through the night. He was doing real well. But what happens if he loses? #WorldDonkeyDay