Dear Trees.
(Not tree, the big woody things outside. Just so that's clear.)
I'm really happy for you all that you're all simultaneously getting your funk on, and getting some. Really, I am.
I'd like to point however, that I did not give my permission nor consent to be involved in your big fucking pollen orgy, and would like you all to take it back. I never asked you all to splooge up my nose, and in my eyes, and really, it's pretty damned rude to be spraying your seed everywhere in a giant tree bukkake-fest.
So really, stop it, or I'm going to be forced to get all Paul Bunyan on your sorry asses. I don't care how big you are, I have a chainsaw, opposable thumbs, and can move move a hell of a lot faster than you bastards.
I'm really happy for you all that you're all simultaneously getting your funk on, and getting some. Really, I am.
I'd like to point however, that I did not give my permission nor consent to be involved in your big fucking pollen orgy, and would like you all to take it back. I never asked you all to splooge up my nose, and in my eyes, and really, it's pretty damned rude to be spraying your seed everywhere in a giant tree bukkake-fest.
So really, stop it, or I'm going to be forced to get all Paul Bunyan on your sorry asses. I don't care how big you are, I have a chainsaw, opposable thumbs, and can move move a hell of a lot faster than you bastards.