Canada…for moose stuff .
Probably in there picking up more food for Tina here. That fat lard.
Took me like 5 minutes staring at this guy before I even noticed he has a damn bird on his shoulder. Like, how is a bright yellow bird on your shoulder the 5th most noticeably weird ass thing you’ve got going on?
I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not so much that I don’t like cats as much as I just don’t like the type of people who own cats. Therefore those feelings get transposed to the cats. Make sense?