I’ve just found a lovely little book published in 1897 called “animal land where there are no people.” the illustrator drew all these creatures based on her 4-year-old daughter’s descriptions and I. I.
there’s way more and they are all exactly this wonderful
Hey OP don’t panic or anything but somehow the Ginniwits is not in your post despite the fact that the Ginniwits is and I quote ALWAYS there. I don’t know what went wrong that the Ginniwits isn’t there, as this technically shouldn’t even be possible. It is ALWAYS there. You can breathe a sigh of relief however as I have made sure the Ginniwits is here, which is a type of being there.
Careful though, don’t forget that this beast is larger than ANY table.
I learned the word “cum” from reading stephen king books, but he spelled it “come” like a good repressed new england boy so i always thought that’s how it was spelled + still prefer that spelling. Also now whenever i have an orgasm i think of stephen king
From the files of “Well, damn, cold-bloodedness makes for strange bedfellows,” I discovered this odd pairing on Snake Hill during a late afternoon hike earlier today. No, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. That’s a gorgeously-patterned timber rattlesnake (Crotalus horridus) wrapped up in a molting eastern garter snake (Thamnophis sirtalis sirtalis). The two snakes were coiled up on rock ledge overlooking Cheat River Canyon. This was the best shot I could get given the awkward angle of the ledge. I assume the garter snake, which is blind while it molts, simply sensed a (somewhat) warm body to cuddle with and took advantage.
What if we were in blue and cuddled together for emotional support 🥺
