Tree fiddy. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US, MONSTER!?

I’ll get the sweet tea.

Sorry, meant gender pronouns.

I was raised in southern hospitality, so I know exactly what you’re going through.

I just stopped using pronouns altogether.

“Excuse me” “Thank you” “I appreciate you” “Do you know the way to San Jose”

Turns out 99% of interactions don’t depend on what genitals a person’s rocking. I guess if you’re asked to identify a suspect in a crime it might help? Point being, stop focusing on their crotch and what they’re doing with it 😁 you’ve been trained to be weird about it.

Where I’m from there’s city laws, building codes, health inspections, and HOA’s that all make having chicken coop’s impossible/illegal. It makes me so angry. Chickens would eat all the bugs, man… and we have bark scorpions to worry about.

They shouldn’t be killing dogs either! WTF is wrong with these psychopaths?