I can't help but think of labia when I see a snail. It got a little ridiculous when I was working for the nursery and found one roughly the size of my palm...
Basically absent-minded professor meets disillusioned traveler. I walk around each day with my head well into the white clouds of pointlessness, where mists of innocent answers lead to a downpour of angry grey questionable quests. This along with a demand that the people of this world stop taking themselves seriously, you'll rarely see me without a grin from ear to ear.
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I can't help but think of labia when I see a snail. It got a little ridiculous when I was working for the nursery and found one roughly the size of my palm...
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