The reason Canadians are so nice is easily explained. Once a year, on the sixth full moon all Canadians gather beneath the stars and perform a ritual that sucks all their meanness and cruelty and places it in Canadian Geese.
"I forget that I create Static in my fur and zap mommy when she pets me"
He’s usually a good boy other wise <3
I said i wouldn’t do it but i couldn’t help it ahh
Kitty does not know what to do with the butterfly that landed on its paw.
he looks so frustrated omg
"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression
that one friend that’s exactly like you