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    Fatferaligatr

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    Fatferaligatr crossing the border.

    Fatferaligatris a Mexican retard with a name that looks like someone randomly beat their keyboard who draws morbidly obese furries, Pokémon, and Digimon because apparently he thinks they are sexy. He has legions of followers who constantly request that he draws their fat blue Lickitung Georgieburger or a cartoon character we once loved. People even write shitty fanfiction based on his crappy art. He also draws the most disgusting moobs I've ever seen, you might barf.

    Requests

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    Some more critique, plus an appearance by the shitfaced iRONAS.
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    OH SHIT HE DOESN'T DO NON-FAT REQUEST.


       
     
    DNT ASK ME FOR HUMAN REQUEST !!!!!!!!!! DONT ASK ME FR FEMALES REQUEST!!!!
     

     
     

    —Fatferaligatr

    Fatferaligatr likes doing requests because he's too fucking stupid to think of any ideas of his own. However, he does not like to draw humans or anything of the female gender. He fucking can't draw them for he has never seen a naked woman in his life, like most fat people.

    However, it's questionable why he wouldn't be able to draw a female character, since the male characters he draws have fucking huge boobs anyways. So it's probably because he can't jack-off to them because he's a fag.

    Non-Fat Things

    He mentioned not wanting to draw humans or girls, but not things that aren't fat. Ask him for something that is not fat, or an impossible request, such as a fat Skullgreymon, and watch the lulz that will ensue. Or, he might just hide your comments, because he's a fat pussy.

    Epic Story Time

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    Someone making a point against fatferaligatr. Expect these comments to be hidden as soon as Fatferaligatr gets online.
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    Fatferaligatr being a prick.

    The following story was posted on the deviantART pages of over 50 fat artists.

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    Some faggot with an e-go after the Anonymous who posted the story everywhere got banned.

    As Bowser made an effort to open his gunk-encrusted, heavy eyelids, a scene from his worst nightmares was unfolding before him. The Afronigger tribesmen were preparing a meal in celebration of the bi-yearly solstice. Bowser and Bowser Junior, cooked to perfection. Bowser strained to look over his multiple rolls of chin and neck lard, huffing with effort as he did so. Finally he noticed his son, Bowser Jr., just a few feet away. Junior's blubber shook comically as the natives struggled to hold him up, so as to give Bowser a better view of what was about to unfold.

    Bowser growled as he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the apex of his zit-covered stomach, then looked down over his neck fat to see a crazed nigger driving a jagged stone knife into the center of his blubber. The bix nood jabbered with glee as the sweet, bright red blood sprayed his face like a cool summer rain. Simultaneously one of the other tribesmen climbed, with some difficulty, up the sweaty rolls of Bowser's back and managed to drive his short spear into the back of Bowser's quivering neck. The morbidly obese dinosaur let out a deep grunt as warm blood began to trickle down over his body, sliding over and through his massive rolls as the two nigras stabbed him repeatedly.

    But this was to be the least of Bowser's worries. As his son was propped up before him, held suspended in the air by a horde of jungle bunnies, one of the natives carefully placed his long spear at the entrance of Bowser Jr's puckered, disease-ridden asshole. He cried over and over for his father's help, but to no avail. The manic tribesman thrust the spear upward, giggling as it poured Bowser Jr's asshole causing his dimpled, hairy ass to shake like a bowl of Jell-o. The nigra continued to push until the spear blade shot out through Bowser Jr's chest, shooting fountains of blood into the air and raising a terrible, frightened howl from the lardass dinosaur's throat.

    Bowser roared in anger and attempted to shift his blubber towards his son, nearly having a heart attack in the process. It was only now, Bowser thought, that he regretted going to McDonald's every fucking day of the week. However, he had little time to think as he was stopped dead in his tracks as one of the nigras. The eager bix nood had been searching underneath Bowser's rolls, and had discovered his golden prize: Bowser's STD-ridden, floppy dick. Bowser screamed with overwhelming pain as the tribesman quickly sliced the member clean of its owner. He proceeded to dance around with the limp appendage, his fellow tribesmen laughing with delight as he wantonly smacked them with what used to be Bowser's cock. Bowser was in excruciating agony as blood, seminal fluid and acrid piss spilled forth from the void where his warty cock once sat. However, just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, the tribesmen moved into the final phase of the sacrifice.

    Bowser Jr. quivered helplessly, whimpering as the long spear was twisted around inside of his disgustingly bloated body. As he looked down over his acne-covered neck rolls, one of the nigras jumped into the air and slammed a small axe down into the center of Bowser Jr's stomach. Bowser shook his fatty cheeks and roared desperately as his son gasped for air, watching the native slide down with the axe. This sliced open Bowser Jr's belly in the process, causing massive amounts of dark blood, blubber and intestines to fall out onto the hot ground of the African Savannah. After studying the intestinal patterns for a moment, the nigra gibbered to his fellow executioners and gave the go-ahead.

    Though he nearly slipped in the pro, the Great Leader of the Afronigers successfully scaled Bowser Jr's back. Raising his stone saw in the air and chatting to his heathen gods, the head bix's dark work was about to begin. Tears began to well up in Bowser's fatty eyelids as he was pierced by even more spears, knowing fully well the fate that was about to befall his son. Tears also streamed openly down Bowser Jr's pasty cheeks as the saw teeth touched his throat, and the Great Leader began his grisly task.

    Bowser Jr let out a high-pitched screech, squealing in sheer terror and thrashing violently as his neck was methodically torn apart. He felt the cold teeth slicing through him as the surrounding niggers chanted, mindlessly, in unison. Opening his bloated mouth wide, he yelped instinctively for his father to do something, anything, to end his torment. However, Bowser could only growl and stare in horror, the tears flowing over his rolls and rolls of fat. Bowser Jr's highly annoying squeals quickly ceased as the Great Leader took hold of the disgusting creatures topknot, and violently ripped the halfway-severed head from Junior's obese body. Jets of blood and spinal fluid sprayed from Bowser Jr's neck over the gathered tribesmen, much to their entertainment. Bowser roared and wept in agony as his son was slaughtered before his very eyes, and soon after he was pushed roughly off of the sacrificial rock.

    The tribesmen, gibbering excitedly, rolled the fat fuck like a bowling ball across the arid Savannah. Through his pain Bowser wondered what other cruelty was to befall him, but this query was soon answered as he was rolled into a dugout hole next to a large tree. At the bottom a warm pit of water, filled with vegetables, awaited him. The natives quickly gathered around the hole in the ground, their eyes widening and their lazers charging with anticipation. The niggers simultaneously fired their lazers into the pit of water, causing the liquid to spike in temperature almost immediately. The Afroniggers laughed and watched intently as the roaring dinosaur slowly boiled to death. After taking Bowser Junior's head and placing it into a separate hotpot for dessert, the nigras rolled his fatty, blood-stained corpse into the pit as well. The smell of the two cooking lardasses wafted through the evening air, and the assembled tribe began to excitedly make the final preparations for their celebratory feast. Yes, they would eat well tonight.

    Friends

    Even Mudkips are offended by Fatferaligatr's shit "artwork".
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    Actually, the truth is, many other fat artists despise Fatferaligatr and his steaming pile of shit he calls art.

    Fatferaligatr has many friends, since all he draws is fat shit. Here are some notable ones:

    They all are extremely talented people. Some even draw in their own style.

    What People Say

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    He would. Trust me. I talked to him last week.
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    People's reactions to this faggotry.

    Here is what America has to say on Fatferaligatr:


       
     
    Cool. Even his 'arm blades' are fatty. ^_^ Another excelent piece of Digimon flab.
     

     
     

    —Drakin929, on "fat growlmon".


       
     
    YESSSS!!!!! :heart: :heart: I AM THE KING OF BLUBBER!!! :D BOW BEFORE ME!!! :horny: :horny: :horny:
     

     
     

    Zaedrin, on "ultra extreme hyperfat Zaedrin".

    However, if you were to leave something such as critique, or a comment he either is offended by or can't comprehend (because he's fucking stupid), Fatferaligatr will hide your comment. And block you. That's all he does. srsly.

    Lulzy Comments

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    Add pixplzkthnx to Fatferaligatr
    Plz to be adding some pix now kthnx. Consult the image selection process for help, or just google up some pix.
    Plz remove this notice once there are plenty of pix.

    He Drew Fat Pedobear

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    No More Fatferaligatr?

    Recently, after the discovery of his article, as well as spam attacks from 4chan and 7chan, Fatferaligatr hasn't submitted any pictures since early June, hasn't posted a new journal entry since late May, and hasn't +fav'd any artwork since late July. No, he's dead now. He deleted fucking everything, including his favorites and no longer hides comments. Epic win!

    But even so, with another lolcow dead, a little more lulz is gone from the Internet. Perhaps Fatferaligatr has started a new account on a different website under a new name so he may practice his inflation art, safe from disapproving eyes. Wherever he may be, God bless his soul.

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    Fan Art

    Contact

    Like most fat artists scared of being harassed, Fatferaligatr has kept his contact info private. However, we were able to find out that his AIM screen name is fatferaligatr.

    Yes, really fucking creative, I know.


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