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FIGARO-FIGARO-FIG-A-RO!
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Sky’s too bright, this shit starts at like 4am.
Let me sing you the song of my people: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
La La La La La la la.
Every time I hear bird calls, my brain immediately translates to, “WHO WANTS TO FUCK, I AM A BIRD WHO WANTS TO FUCK.”
My father can say that in the language of sparrow owls and can attract several female ones per hour.
ON TOP OF SPA-GHETTI!!!
This picture triggered the same Calvin and Hobbes memory for me
