She’s my…accountant.

Goose: Hark! Lost is my mass, but look upon my fury and despair!

Silence of the Furbies.

They call it a Sherman because it’s sheer manliness.

This could be us but you clownin.

It’s classic slug politics where they throw their weight around on the international stage.

Slug diplomat makes agreement with ant diplomat.
Ants carry away salt.
Slugs share jam.
OP unwittingly made bug super alliance.

Somehow naked DK is more nude than the most naked…naked dude.

Hungry with itchy eyes? Deep fried chicken with the sensational flavor of Allegra is here for you.

My cat does this too. I like to walk around and loudly wonder where she has gone off to. Then she’ll happily wiggle her tail moving the curtains back and forth.

I think the problem is we don’t have huge ol crickets that are lobster sized. Otherwise you’d have Red Locust and all you can eat grasshopper legs.

Is this the dog that looks through windows desperately at their ex?