It’s like when my petloaves squeeze themselves under their water bottle, letting the contents slowly drip over their backsides. When it’s empty, they yell at me that they’re out of water.
Who knows, maybe it’s a fun game, or perhaps a cultural thing?
It’s like when my petloaves squeeze themselves under their water bottle, letting the contents slowly drip over their backsides. When it’s empty, they yell at me that they’re out of water.
Who knows, maybe it’s a fun game, or perhaps a cultural thing?
::giggle::
Thanks for the daily grin.
GO THISTLE, GO!
eh, thistle has sense enough to just stay put until the sprinkles pass. bet his nose was twitching, though, with all the good smells.
Red-eyed Demon Bunneh says:
The control panel’s under here, man. I got spy satellites to shoot down.
Back away slowly and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.