i was born and raised and still live in oregon which is a little place you guys might know as “the big moist”. but here’s a fun fact. in the transition period between seasons there’s like a 50/50 chance it will get insanely dry and windy for a week. and here’s the scoop. here’s the hot load. hear me out. if i get static shocked one more fucking time im going to get one of those little pet stairs that let your short legged dogs get on furniture. and im going to use it to take my little ass up on to the pearly gates. and im going to bite god
Relatable lesbian mood of the day: making tiny little flick knives for the crows to utilise, showing the crows my powerpoint of which politicians to kill, making little jumpers (for the crows), showing the crows how to mask up, being lesbian married (by the crow pope)
I was with you until that last part. The implication that crows are Catholic is offensive
Crows don’t worship any god they can’t eat the corpse of, but if they find an *awesome hat* on top of some guy in Italy they’re gonna wear it and perform blasphemous religious services. That’s just nature.
last night i was briefly talking about furbies and agreed that they should be interpreted as miniature, flightless griffins
‘furbies’ are opportunist desert insectivores that may also eat some plants or carrion. resembling the build of a chinchilla with soft downy feathers and an otherworldly rate of colour mutation. they live in large family burrows and are extremely socially intelligent and vocal, in captivity they will mimic human speech. because of this, their small size, and many morphs, domestic furbies are popular pets but must be kept in at least pairs
My April Fools’ Day this year. I co-direct a small community Shakespeare production every summer. Amazingly, several people have believed the ruse thus far.
must a sport be entertaining to watch? 