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A few fuzzy memories from FurFright 2004. A big thank you to everyone who photographed the con and sent in their pics! If you have any photos or video you'd like to share with us, please burn them onto a CD and mail them to:
FurFright
PO Box 264
Durham, CT 06422-0264
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And now we are proud to present . . .
FurFright 2004! A bag of tacos, a space toilet, and a dream . . . *sniffs tearfully*
Love was in the air . . . or maybe something died in the heating ducts, we're not really sure. *grins*
With adorable beasts like this to greet and huggle us, is it any wonder we attend fur cons?! God, I love being a furry!
A furry sing-a-long broke out in the Dealer's Dungeon. There were no survivors. *grins*
Furbo: "Mind if I lie down?"
Fur on couch: "You're such an ass!"
*mumbles deliriously in his sleep* Who am I? Who am -I-?! Who are YOU, Mr. Asstastic?! I'm Furbo. FURBO DAMNIT! *snore, snort* Ah! Bomb!
The Fursuit/Costume photo shoot was a filled with hooves, paws, slap fights, and bruised snouts (Sorry, Freaky. *puts a Band-Aid on the raccoon's nose*)
The animals dance to that old disco favorite Y-- . . . *looks at the pic again, his brow furrowed in confusion* . . . C-M-C-Y?! What the Hell is that?!
At the Fursuit Massacre, during the Musical Chairs Competition, a fursuiter careens out of control and bursts into flames. But the crowd loves it, because, as we all know, people only come to fursuit games to see an animal crash.
Twitch, the Aquabat Bandit, comes out of nowhere to win musical chairs! And the crowd goes nuttier than a cheese log!
The Game Room Of Death was packed and a'rockin'! Let the Cribbage madness begin! *grins*
You're hair is so soft . . . and it smells like Fruit Loops. *awkward pause* What?!
The dark figure of the headless lynx haunted the halls of FurFright, in search of . . . Surge. *grins*
The hotel provided us with a life-sized horse statue and a stack of sombreros (no joke!). Of course they did! Why would I ever doubt that?! Free with purchase! *laughs*
The master of time, space, and dementia!
DJ Biohazard spins some hardcore Hokey Pokey madness at the Dead Dog!
*stunned silence* It's over? B-b-but . . . we don't wanna go! *whimper, sniff* What'll do we do now? *heavy sigh* This sucks.
Come to FurFright 2005 or I'll eat you!
Fin!
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