They never flap
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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