no more scary pictures on my dashboard i only like looking at nice things

in my past life I was a silly little parrot and i spent my days eating slimy sticky fruits and flying high up in the sky with the sun beating down on my wings. and i would daaaaaance all the time to the music that filled the world..i would bob my little head and stamp my little feet to the rhythms…i loved it so much i would learn the songs and sing them to my friends and teach them to my babies an we’d all dance and dance and sing together with goopy mango pulp stuck to our beaks… but my ego grew too big for my little bird body and when it was time to stop dancing the Lord welcomed me home and i squawked out: But Father! Im Not Done Dancing Yet! Let Me Sing Of Your Glory Across The Earth Once More! Let Me Dance Again In Your Perfect Design! and the Lord looked at me and said: “My child, is this truly what you want? For if you eat from this tree, your suffering shall be immense and you will be aware every second of it.” and I, with mangos in my eyes, cried out: Oh Father! I Want To Stamp My Feet Along With The Rhythm Of The Tax Collectors And Bob My Little Head Up And Down To The Rise And Fall Of My Credit Score! and the LORD said to me: “Oh, foolish child! Birdbrain! The choice is yours to make; but know that one day you must return home! I will be waiting for you with open arms and a broken heart!” and squawking in excitement I flew down into the sun crying out: I Will Honor You Father! On That You Have My Word! and now im sitting here at the tail end of a sixteen hour shift writing some bullshit on a blogging website that automatically opens a smutty werewolf erotica ad after every five posts

i love parrots…🦜 funny as fuck