That’s not a bug, that’s a weapon

Not my name, not my circus, lady

My mouth is dancing, and it’s delicious

I didn’t expect nature to call me out

It walks right out of your nightmares

Same, little buddy. Same.

Four years old and already a tactical genius

That goat is missing… everything

Please do not disturb the tiny existential crisis

A proud moment wrapped in plastic humiliation

They’re clownfish, not a franchise

We built the world, they walked on it

She’s running a kitchen, not a charity shop

Which avian disaster are you feeling like today?

That is not a man, that’s a god

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