flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Hello my fluffy golden tamarind monkeys! I love your big floofy manes and your tiny old man faces and ooh this got weird, never mind.
Behold! The crazy embroidery continues:
Moishie the friendly octopus says hi and would also like the snake to stop with the tongue already. IT’S CALLED PERSONAL SPACE, CARL.
It’s almost time for me to clock in, so happy Monday!