Yes. I have anthropomorphic issues.
But this little trickster reminds me of butt cheeks sunning themselves shamelessly.
I'm fairly certain all those lemon drops on Friday night f*cked up my neurons, along with the feathers I ended up accidentally eating off my boa in a fit of inebriated disco joy.
I woke up looking like a rabid cat that swallowed a hot pink punk rock parrot dipped in lemon butter. Not one of my most stellar moments I'm sure... but that damn parrot tasted good. Helluva dancer too. Before I ate him of course. Hey, it was pirate day. I had to do my part.
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