experience i had today
apparently the peacock is:
1) known to my father and no other members of my family
2) someone’s pet
3) named (father cannot remember the name)
4) something my father has wanted to encounter forever. he is now extremely jealous that i encountered the mystery backroads peacock
first it was girls' locker rooms vs boys' locker rooms then it was the feminine urge to vs the masculine urge to now it's girl dinner vs boy dinner when will it end when will we escape i feel like maybe some of you guys dont even want to escape doesnt anyone else want to escape
This is fascinating and I love the part with the mushrooms and the worms if this really works but my favorite part is that we spent decades like “oh no....oil is soaking into fur and feathers....if only we had something that could soak up all this oil”
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