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I Have NEVER Been To Jack In The Box, I Have No Idea What They Servetell Me What You Get, For Research
i have NEVER been to jack in the box, i have no idea what they serve—tell me what you get, for research purposes
that was hours ago. i got a breakfast meal that had eggs, sausage, hashbrowns, and mini pancakes. eggs weren't that good but everything else was alright, although the pancakes were drier than a desert. can't vouch for their dinner stuff yet, but my gf says it's not good and causes stomach issues
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every now and then i see your page and all your art, and there are so many little bells that ring in my head, just an entire village armed with whom chimes in my brain going:
‘dingalign ding ling dingle ding lingading spingle dingle’
just ringing every zone of excitement and joy and awe. your art is precious and beautiful, it’s fulfilled every category in the hierarchy of needs <3333333
not to sound dramatic but this is exactly the one thing i want from my art. i want art make brain do a dingaling I'M SO GLAD I'VE FINALLY MADE IT TO THIS POINT!!!
I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???
This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.
They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.
