Guinea pigs:
YOU CLEANED MY CAGE AND IN RETURN I WILL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: WOAH, IS THAT THE FOOD BAG I HEAR? I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: YOUR REFILLING MY WATER BOTTLE? I WILL SING THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: DID I HEAR YOU MOVE IN BED? YOU MUST BE AWAKE AND I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
*WEEKWEEKWEEKWEEKWEEK*
Guinea pigs: WOAH, IS THAT THE FOOD BAG I HEAR? I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: YOUR REFILLING MY WATER BOTTLE? I WILL SING THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: DID I HEAR YOU MOVE IN BED? YOU MUST BE AWAKE AND I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
*WEEKWEEKWEEKWEEKWEEK*
On a Different Note.
I was trying to decide between a blue or a green popcicle and suddenly I realized. It’s 1:30 in the morning……………..and I’m a goddamn adult.
I can have them both~
you just completely described my life in a single text post.


