Could there be an Unabomber’s Manifesto if Ted was spoiled by a fiber optics internet connection? It doesn’t make any sense, sure, but thanks to WWW you’ve read it from a place I can only dream of visiting one day. I find it’s precious that we use unbelievable technological wonders for our daily diarrhea posting.
Initially I thought about a chick being a WW2 pilot, an avian with metal wings making those doubting her amphibians, but chics from the Chicken Run movie arguing about enjoying food from KFC topped that without any challenge.
Didn’t know that. But since birth is that stressful and demanding, it makes sense to avoid any waste and bring it back into the system. Yet, imagining a woman snatching that umbical cord like it’s bacon is… uhm… something. Sometimes double standards are okay.
I’ve tried to figure out what’s with it having a forward-facing anus (was it a belly-button?) until my time ran out. So there it is, an irregularly placed cat anus. I believe your gods would torment you for accidentally starting my furry porn artist career.
It’s so fast I couldn’t picture him, but I accidentally shot their manling Matt who struggles to catch up to them on his bike. As told by Sun Tzi in his ‘Art of Race’, you shall never give a goose a unicycle.
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