Not exhaustingly artificially scared, running around serving only the interest of the rider.
Grasing, in their lane, Thriving. Only running when it’s fun or actually necessary.
Actually had that thought in my bed this morning, not in the shower :D
Not exhaustingly artificially scared, running around serving only the interest of the rider.
Grasing, in their lane, Thriving. Only running when it’s fun or actually necessary.
Actually had that thought in my bed this morning, not in the shower :D
Functional, but we’re going to have to turn one of these unhatched eggs into a new set of genitals eventually.
And it’s always Bob from Accounting who ends up swinging their sack around in the end.