otis was generally a happy guy, but sometimes he accidentally thought about how he was conceived by the sexual encounter between a lion and a pug. the trauma of that visual would haunt him for days, nay weeks, on end. he could maybe use a good therapist.
hey lil buddy are you lost i think you’re supposed to be on a tree oh no you didn’t jump did you oh no it’s a fruiticide this is just sad
cooling off with my mustache ice cubes get it because they’re super cool someone help me for god’s sake