eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

Roaring through the glass ceiling

Sir, your skeleton’s trying to leave without you

Doggy heaven: where squirrels go to lose their nuts

Ruff justice.

deep sea philosopher vs. spicy little bean

no thoughts, just happy slime

if serotonin had a mascot

“press 1 for treats, 2 for belly rubs”

they named it on their lunch break

“them ankles look seasoned”

runs on lettuce and ambition

100% good boy

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