The Prodigal Cousins Return

Yeah, we get it. We've been gone a while. Times are tough for two whale shark lovin' gals like us. The subforums on reddit no longer have a burgeoning whale shark community, and we have found significantly less fan art/death threats in our mailboxes lately. We're gonna be straightforward with you guys. We were about to hang up our hats. Yes. The rumors you saw on reddit, 4chan, Russian eforums, etc. were all true. We were just about to say adios!, ciao!, hasta la vista!, salve!, وداعا!, αντίο!, до свидания!, さようなら, güle güle! to all our work devoted to the preservation, the conservation, the safeguarding, the perpetuation, the sustenation, the upholding of the most excellent and noble of species, the whale shark. O! the whale shark. Merely invoking its name has a delicious shiver all down our spines. Just a glance, just a word, reignites the passion, the mystery, the awe. We shut ourselves out of the whale shark blogging world, in a desperate and futile attempt to ignore the whale shark's siren call. Alas, we could not. One gloomy, mournful night, much like every bland and gray day that had passed like sand through our fingers since we gave up our whale sharks, L-Nasty was stumbling down the street, emotionally destitute and devoid of any feeling but true, fresh despair. Too weak to carry on, L-Nasty fell to the ground, narrowly missing a steaming pile of dog shit. Looking up, she saw a filthy wall covered in graffiti. On it was this:

Ignore the graffiti about colonics and abortions.

The significance is clear. Our followers have risen up. They have called us back. And we must obey. We have given ourselves up, body and soul, to the whale shark's exquisite pull. We belong to the whale shark. We are the whale shark.

As a celebratory return post, we have created a montage of our best and brightest moments in Alaska. The times when after scaling a mountain, crossing a fjord, hacking through thickets, and hopping over a decently big puddle, we would celebrate by taking a nice, long cousin-to-cousin pee. There is a curious feeling of solitude combined with an interesting and unique bond that comes from smelling your someone else's pee from not a foot away from you, and feeling the lovely backsplash hitting and cooling your legs. Here are some beautiful moments we cherish and wish to share with our closest and best (Eastern Europeans, we're looking at you) followers. Welcome back.

We cannot tell a lie-we are pooping in some of these. In addition, in the bottom right image, L-Nasty is having a nose bleed while she pees. Whoever can correctly guess which ones are poop pics wins L-Nasty's cat (no one wants it anymore), and our signed and perfumed Alaska socks. We wore the same pair for a month straight!

Keep on twerking,
R-Nasty and L-Nasty