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just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.

disabled clown: oh boy I made it home! As a treat I’ll put on my compression socks and my compression belt and my compression shirt and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my compression handkerchief and my

everyone is a bumbling reactionary idiot except me. and my mutuals. and presumably my followers because they follow me and adhere to my strictures.

Reminds me of someone, but who?

STOP VAGUING ABOUT ME, TRAITOR!

traitor to the empire not the people ✌️

has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?

I love rebloging. It’s the adult equivalent of showing everyone the cool rock I just found.

Every day I think about that one scp story where nobody knows just how big the foundation is (because it's all so top secret) and then they look into it and discover that everyone in the world works for them by now except for one guy

sometimes i have strong opinions but they're also so inane that halfway through writing a post i'll be like "yeah, this is Absolutely not worth the energy it's taking" and delete everything. but then the opinion is still in my head. and i still want to share it. so within five minutes i go "you know, i bet i can phrase it more succinctly this time" and anyway. you all see where this is going. sometimes i do this four times in a row before i give up on the specific inane opinion and instead write a vague post about the concept of opinions as if that'll satisfy the urge to post the entirety of my inner monologue online. may or may not be relevant to what you're reading right now. and now all our lives have been enriched. you're welcome

free use? *smirks snartly* so naive. you know nothing in this damned society is really free...

........... THAT'S where the groan tube singing thing comes from?!??!?!