Today I learned I should check out the dollar tree.

There was an early 70s Sesame Street where Buffy Ste Marie explained breastfeeding to big bird, while actively nursing her baby.

A little raw milk will clear that right up

I've moved up to a whole-body tremble

Not now. But one day.

I regret to inform you that you might have to stop referring to them as "the babies" and move on to "the lads" or "the fellows" because they're starting to look like lads (or fellows).

Mister Rogers would be deeply disappointed in so many of you.

Isn't it exhausting, though? Don't they ever get tired of lugging around all this bitterness? Does it accomplish anything other than making them feel slightly less miserable by making someone else slightly more miserable? Have they tried being kind? Even once?

I used to worry about the cement mixer pelicans.

Necro-neuromancer

Maybe I'm painfully stupid or naïve but I don't understand hating people for just existing. I cannot get my head around this. I've never been able to. Maybe because Little Lemmie was bullied though 13 years of school just for being different. I don't know

If you're a bird that can chisel out a picture in a few seconds though... I mean, that's gotta pay pretty good.

Necro-necromancer