What the gorilla needs to understand is that it is better to get duffed up a bit by the sheepess than to get ripped open by the teddy bear's claws. Which perfectly illustrates the dynamic in this household at six o'clock in the morning. As well as the interpersonal relationships.
This blogger will insist, in the face of such evidence, that he himself is the sanest and normallest person living here. And will offer that the gorilla clearly has screws loose. As do four or five other people.
When the unicorns panicked, they all accidentally killed each other. Speared in the rears. Sparkly blood everywhere. How tragic.
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