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what birds might think about planes

They obviously shave everywhere

Ehh you can see into it’s stomach

His farts stick the smell is everywhere 

I talk to him not a peep from him


I might do one what sheep think of clouds

Are they scared to jump in case the never come down

Where the  is it’s nest-sorry back to the bird one

His wings are on fire

She broke her nose 

Pulling the cord on this con

That er nearly flew into me

He’s a noisy er when he takes off

You should see him trying to stop man I laughed so hard

He’s got family he meets regularly 

I kinda like the word regularly it makes me roll it
like regurallly

Honest left wing up to bird God
it face planted after suddenly exploding my cousin Gus was there

Man this is gonna rub
Do German conspiracy
(see I wanted to be freaks after conspiracy but I consider all humanity freaks) there was nein eleven

They think they own the skies

It’s kink is to get boxes shoved in it’s rear I just don’t get it

This was fun
Let’s do it
It
Sum 01:35 A.D. 00:00 Best off

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