I kinda like the funky-saurs too. They have a disheveled, extinct vibe I identify with.
Hey, is ah the Paris Olympics with a delivery for, uh, Smith.
If it’s truly a feline take: “I exist with unwavering confidence in the context of all which came before me. I resent you questioning the concept through which you question me.”
Shhhhh🤫
Like they say: “Harpy wife, harpy life!”
I searched all my cupboards for Russian chocolate. It is all crumbly and objectively terrible/an acquired taste.
If I remember correctly, he didn’t fight the horny mob at all, he offered his daughters to them.
True. Where low effort post meets shitpost then?
Hang in there. They both lose pretty much any insult value in after one is out of their teens
I think were gonna need more paint…
Short long-pork
Gander! What is this fowl trickery!