My heart just grew eight sizes

If you don’t wave, I don’t exist

The only “double scotch” I can handle

Bringing some “polite energy” to traffic

“Our Father, who art in Creative Mode”

comfort zone

My back hurts just looking at this post

Missed the exit for a simple life

I’ve never identified with a plant more

Staring at these pillars all night long

3 hearts? That’s a lot of potential heartbreak

Wind: Now available in Technicolor

The waddle of shame

Netflix: “Best I can do is a documentary”

Illegal egg activity

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