Rule 34Cookies may be used. Please read our privacy policy for more information. By accepting to enter you agree to our rules and terms of service.EnterLeave UploaderUltraFagnus, January 23, 2008; 03:56TagsCourage_the_Cowardly_Dog, Freaky_Fred, Rule_63Source LinkUnknownMetadata LockedNoInfo350x400 // 22KB // pngCommentsJanuary 23, 2008; 04:07 - ReplyAnonymous1: OH GOD, MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!January 23, 2008; 05:43 - ReplyDM: NAAAUGHTYJanuary 23, 2008; 18:36 - ReplyAnonymous2: NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHTYJanuary 23, 2008; 18:37 - ReplyB-Dawg_Killa: how is that not a meme?April 15, 2008; 03:03 - Replyevilpika: Hello, new friend. My name is Fred. The words you hear are in my head. I say, I said, my name is Fred. And I've been...very naughty. The story I'm about to tell, I tell you, I will tell you well, is about my dear Aunt Murielle. And just how I've been...naughty. Viola! The farm. My Aunt lives here. With precious pup, and husband dear. My heart beat fast as I drew near. I felt so nice...and naughty. I thought just how excited they must be, that I would come today. They'd shout, "Come Fred! Huzzah! Hurray!". Dear boy, you look so...naughty. That's when my tired eyes beheld, a doggy dog, like dog he smelled. D-O-G is what he spelled. And that's how I spell...naughty. Alone, was I. With tender Courage. With all his fur, his furry furrage. Which I say, did encourage me, to be, quite...naughty. It was a day I'd not forget, the day that I first met my pet. Oh! What a lovely gift to get. I'd never felt so...naughty. My fuzzy friend is what he was, this darling little ball of fuzz. And, oh, such fuzz, such fuzz! It does demand that I be...naughty. He looked at me, his fetching eyes, and fetching fur did hypnotize. I filled with joy, I filled with sighs. And that's when I got...naughty. This dripping hair, this droopy curl. Unfurls sweet memories, of a girl. With tresses, oh, they'd twist and twirl. And tempt me to be...naughty. Barbara, my love was named. And her fair hair, a mane untamed. Until one evening, I'm ashamed. I got a little...naughty. The look upon my young love's face, was sweet as lace. But in this case, I realized she...needed space. I never more was naughty. Well...maybe not never. Dear cur. Your fur and fleece remind of nothing found in humankind. But for one fellow, who did find me to be...in a certain mood. Into my shop he walked one day, with bush above and beard bouquet. That's no toupee, I pray, no way, I couldn’t help but be...you know. I'd never seen such hair before. His bangs, they sang. His neck, it beckoned. Eyebrows, armpits, all were reckoned. Soon I figured what the heck, and, Guess how I was...naughty. But then my landlords did presume, to free me from that porcelain tomb. And ferry to a private room. Your hero...ever naughty. Goodbye, dear aunt. I'll miss your farm. And Eustace’s ebullient charm. And farewell, Courage, what's the harm? If I was slightly...naughty. With love...FredApril 15, 2008; 03:03 - ReplyMeddy: YES, I LOVE YOU FRED.April 15, 2008; 03:11 - ReplyDeadpool: LA LALALA LALA LALA LA o_0April 15, 2008; 03:12 - ReplyMagneto: EPICJuly 16, 2008; 19:16 - ReplyCHADWARDENN: The whole episode in a poem, that's naughty...July 17, 2008; 04:56 - ReplyCat_Bountry: Suddenly I'm feeling... Naughty.September 15, 2008; 08:19 - ReplyAnonymous3: Were all feeling a bit... NaughtySeptember 25, 2008; 00:14 - ReplyAnonymous4: "With all his fur, his furry furrage. Which I say, did encourage me, to be, quite...naughty." LolJanuary 14, 2009; 04:20 - ReplyFirefox: Freaky Fred and his little dog My glasses they have begone to fog One part of me thinks its wrong And the other is... NaughtyJanuary 2, 2010; 20:50 - ReplyAnonymous5: Now my childhood has been raped. my will to be bad, has to, escaped. And Fred is just too hot to take. which leads me to be..... NAAAAuuuuGHTYYYYY! La la-la la-la la-laApril 30, 2013; 19:48 - ReplyBackstreet: There's even an NSFW RP blog for this guy.Guide to comment formatting codes. Report an ad?
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My name is Fred.
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said, my name is Fred.
And I've been...very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
is about my dear Aunt Murielle.
And just how I've been...naughty.
Viola!
The farm. My Aunt lives here.
With precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beat fast as I drew near.
I felt so nice...and naughty.
I thought just how excited they
must be, that I would come today.
They'd shout, "Come Fred! Huzzah! Hurray!".
Dear boy, you look so...naughty.
That's when my tired eyes beheld, a doggy dog, like dog he smelled.
D-O-G is what he spelled.
And that's how I spell...naughty.
Alone, was I.
With tender Courage.
With all his fur, his furry furrage.
Which I say, did encourage me, to be, quite...naughty.
It was a day I'd not forget,
the day that I first met my pet.
Oh! What a lovely gift to get.
I'd never felt so...naughty.
My fuzzy friend is what he was, this darling little ball of fuzz.
And, oh, such fuzz, such fuzz! It does
demand that I be...naughty.
He looked at me, his fetching eyes, and fetching fur did hypnotize.
I filled with joy, I filled with sighs.
And that's when I got...naughty.
This dripping hair, this droopy curl.
Unfurls sweet memories, of a girl.
With tresses, oh, they'd twist and twirl.
And tempt me to be...naughty.
Barbara, my love was named.
And her fair hair, a mane untamed.
Until one evening, I'm ashamed.
I got a little...naughty.
The look upon my young love's face, was sweet as lace. But in this case, I realized she...needed space.
I never more was naughty.
Well...maybe not never.
Dear cur.
Your fur and fleece remind
of nothing found in humankind.
But for one fellow,
who did find me to be...in a certain mood.
Into my shop he walked one day,
with bush above and beard bouquet.
That's no toupee, I pray, no way,
I couldn’t help but be...you know.
I'd never seen such hair before.
His bangs, they sang.
His neck, it beckoned.
Eyebrows, armpits, all were reckoned.
Soon I figured what the heck, and,
Guess how I was...naughty.
But then my landlords did presume,
to free me from that porcelain tomb.
And ferry to a private room.
Your hero...ever naughty.
Goodbye, dear aunt.
I'll miss your farm.
And Eustace’s ebullient charm.
And farewell, Courage, what's the harm?
If I was slightly...naughty.
With love...Fred
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Naughty.
Which I say, did encourage me, to be, quite...naughty."
Lol
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My glasses they have begone to fog
One part of me thinks its wrong
And the other is... Naughty
my will to be bad, has to, escaped.
And Fred is just too hot to take.
which leads me to be.....
NAAAAuuuuGHTYYYYY! La la-la la-la la-la
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