How to raise a genius
Till the skin rots off my bones, child.
Death cometh from above…
This seems healthy…
bone apple teat.
Regular sized chipmunks in ordinary sized chairs eating nuts, probably.
Where would Dwigt put the got damn grapes, though?
Moms are the baguette of life.
Induction forges for the modern blacksmith. Nice.
Yeah, Mr/s. Scientist, bitch!
Aaaand it’s gone.
I can’t believe you’ve done such a thing as this.
Librarians are teople poo, allegedly.
ðŸŽµ Will the circle, be unbroken ðŸŽ¶