Chil becoming a union organizer for half foots makes so much sense because literally any time a half foot was in chil’s vicinity he was looking out for them
if you told me your dog was heterosexual i'd be like. uh. dogs don't have a concept of gender or sex dipshit. but if you told me your dog was gay i'd be like that fucking rips bro hell yes
There is a happiness no-one else knows:
the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes;
the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin;
the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in;
the gentlest hum of a thought far away,
as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.