I DON’T KNOW, CAN YOU COME INTO THE CLUBHOUSE?
WHILE YOU CERTAINLY SEEM CAPABLE OF ENTERING, YOU MAY NOT BECAUSE WE DON’T ALLOW THAT KIND OF GRAMMAR IN HERE.
AS YOU CAN SEE, YOU’RE INTERRUPTING AN IMPORTANT MEETING. PLEASE GO DANGLE YOUR PARTICIPLES AND MUDDLE YOUR PRONOUN REFERENTS ELSEWHERE.
“Oh my God this couch. Oh my God. It’s toasty in here. Toasty. I’m sinking into this down pillow. What is this material? It’s so soft. I wanted to watch TV but I think just sitting here is okay. Oh geez I just might fall asleep. It’s sooooooo comfortable. Fo shizzle. Whose house is this anyway? I hope they don’t mind their couch might smell like fish now. But oh my GOD this fucking couch. I think I’ll get some shuteye, God DAMN.”
(Photo of a fur seal pup sleeping on a couch inside someone’s home — having entered said home, unannounced — in Tauranga, New Zealand by Annette Swoffer / EPA via the Telegraph)
Lovely Owl (by MrNuraT)
I NEED an owl so I can pet and scratch it’s feathery little head.
NO, RICK. HE’S NOT WORTH IT! RICK! CHILL OUT, OKAY? WE DON’T WANT ANY TROUBLE.
… JESUS, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE MADE OF MARBLE.
HOW OFTEN DO YOU WORK OUT?
RICK, I’M NOT GOING TO LIE, YOU ARE A TOTAL BEEFCAKE AND I’M WAY INTO IT.
IS THAT NEW COLOGNE?