Two Left Feet

I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea 

this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes

you are still a witch even if you don’t have a lot of conventional supplies

Stop. I'm crying.

ya’ll sayin’ like it’s a joke but it’s exactly what they forced us to do

Aye that’s at my school

You know I’m not sure cats actually understand cats either

I have NEVER seen a more accurate representation of this satanic industry