Big city gone on speed crazy. I'm sure the owners of those dogs would be really impressed to know the dogwalker they trust with their dogs is walking them in a creek bed of broken glass, loads of rusted fence wire, leftover stuff from drug addicts getting a fix, and a myriad of other garbage. I only know because I've been picking all of that out of the creek for the last three years.
Big city gone on speed crazy. I'm sure the owners of those dogs would be really impressed to know the dogwalker they trust with their dogs is walking them in a creek bed of broken glass, loads of rusted fence wire, leftover stuff from drug addicts getting a fix, and a myriad of other garbage. I only know because I've been picking all of that out of the creek for the last three years.
Which bird can't you wait to see?
WHichever bird manifests themself on your staff.
Hey autocorrect recognizes the singular of they/them, now!
I just can't stand to refer to birds as "it," even when they're moderately inanimate carvings.
Well that's no fun, no fun at all, but these are those kind of days, so it can't be what it isn't.