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i have a horrible misogynist rooster who only likes blonde hens so i always have to make sure i have 2-3 yellow hens around so he doesn't run anyone ragged. i didn't know this was a problem someone could have but i've had macklemore for eight slutty, slutty years and he's been overly obsessed with the blondness level of his lady friends for the entire time with no sign of slowing down so, like. props to him for sticking to his guns.

SIR, PLEASE,

penstab

YOU CANT JUST CASUALLY LEAVE THIS IN THE REPLIES AS IF THIS ISNT A CRUCIAL ELEMENT OF THIS HARROWING STORY

SIR!!!!!!

memewhore

fatpikachupics

i graduated from slug school, which is where i learned how to be sticky, attach to a substrate, and eat leaves

but, even more importantly, it’s where i learned how to love

outofcontextbonappetit

maverick-ornithography

pelcan Mouth perfec t size for put baby in to n\ap! inside very Soft and Comfort baby sleep soundly put baby in Pelican Mouth. Put Baby In Pelican Mouth. no problems ever in peliccan mouth because good Shape and Support for baby neck weak of big baby head. Apelican Mouth yes a place for a baby put baby in pelican mouth can trust pelican for giveing good love to baby. friend pelican

cornerof5thandvermouth

this was written by a pelican

jaxblade

Land Before Time motivates a proper diet 🍃🍃🍃

talkingsoup

everyone had a phase as a kid where they wanted to eat random leafs off of trees and land before time is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT responsible for this phenomenon

cryoverkiltmilk

Both of these responses radiate terrifying energy, but on different wavelengths.

silverhawk

the differences between crocodiles and alligators in case u were not aware

@dholes

Both are friends.

@rashkah

But how about gharial and caiman?

cry-olophosaurus

here comes the rest of the family

drawingwithdinosaurs

The gang’s all here

bowelflies

baby crinoid

bogleech

you call that walking dummy yourr not even going anywhere

afieldinengland

living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope

afieldinengland

me:

the hare staring at me from across the field: which one of your lives is this?

me, legging it: okay tea time i think