Hey, heyyyy. I am not a pet. – bird probably.

Mirror mirror on the wall…

The grass is a lie!

Coal Miners coming up for air, 1922, circa Belgium.

You weren’t invited…

More specifically, for the Irish…

Your cake is a lie.

This is what it’s like when COBRA bites.

Jesus would like to save* your soul.

Sometimes I surprise myself!

Thought!â„¢

A child would hardly appreciate such a thing.

Van had a rough Gogh of it.

Looks up to me, babe.

A Cowboys life for me.

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