Since moving to America I’ve come to the conclusion that most of y’all are frickin’ crazy.
What else would you call a culture that has as its holiest day a celebration that involves removing a sleepy ground squirrel from his home and asking him to predict the frickin’ weather?
It is a well-known rick fact that woodchucks have no knowledge of meteorology. That is one of the many reasons all ground hogs that have applied for rick status have been denied. Another reason? They can’t even chuck wood despite one of their frickin’ names!
Anyhoo…have fun buggin’ sleepy rodents if you must. But don’t be surprised if he frickin’ bites you. I’m pretty sure I posted some inflammatory words on marmotnet.org last night. I may have been all drunk and alleged that pervert apes were gonna fuck the lil rodents in the ass. So if you try to get on to predict the weather he may attempt to rip you dick off. My bad… ROAR!!!
Who are you to talk about a little rodent groping and domming, when you can't keep your dick in your own species? Glass houses, dude, glass houses. I doubt you have the class to wear a top hat for the damn dirty ape females.