Night fell like a herd of drama llamas jousting each other on pogo sticks at a hockey rink—basically it’s a metaphor for the current administration, but carefully veiled.
Night fell like a herd of drama llamas jousting each other on pogo sticks at a hockey rink—basically it’s a metaphor for the current administration, but carefully veiled.
Morning arrived like the crushing weight of your favorite teacher’s expectations for your great success in their personal field. That or a steamroller…sometimes I get them confused.
Morning arrived like a squid dropped from a height…onto your head…while you were sleeping…*screaming* *suction cup noises* *more screaming*
PSA voice: This is your brain. 🧠This is your brain on squid! 🦑Don’t do squid. 🦑/🧠