There were a lot of strange animals, like this tiger who was totally zoned out on the floor:
50% sure it wasn't dead. The tail was twitching.
Then I found uncooked dinner walking around:
Mmmmm walking patty. No bread though.
Man, what is up with this Font, it keeps changing.
Also, there was this stuck up guy from Arab. I tried to ask directions but all he did was look smug:
I could smell him from the entrance.
And also an emopony:
Seriously though, they shouldn't let these animals listen to Simple Plan.
My favourite animal today was the Buddhist Flamingo. Balancing on one foot for over half an hour while telling his other feathered friends of the beauty of unfiltered Marxism.
"Filtered Communism is what happens when you get a person or a party to lead communism in; Communism must come naturally once people realize everyone wants and that not everyone can have everything or anything more than anyone else."
I'm sorry, that was direct translation from Flamingo, some nonsense may have been included.
The Dalai Llama was a Marxist. No Llamas in the zoo though. (I know, it's spelled Larma, no wait)
There was also this otter who kept touching itself and rubbing against a log.
log....
must be math fetish I guess.
*shudder*
Remember Hungry Hungry Hippos? Oh c'mon, everyone was into that toy craze 10 Christmases ago. No one?
Umm. OK, well it turns out that Hippos are actually very territorial, and still have disputes with Shell Petrol over the control of the oil fields in the Niger Delta. Also, they capsize boats in Congo. Figure out which one of those stories are true.
I'm on to you, you overweight waterpig.
I never quite understood what a bald eagle was. I mean, the bird isn't even bald. Such a descriptive term should be used on ostriches. And my future self in case I inherit male pattern baldness(please don't be genetic).
Yes, that is an ostrich ass, and No, I wasn't staring at it the WHOLE time.
Just for 15 minutes or so. C'mon, a hairless bird ass, how often do you see that?
Later my mom and grandma went to the Festival of Injuns. I managed to sneak through the bazaar without being tortured or forced to watch Injun Movies(aren't those two the same thing?) while looking for my family.
It wasn't that bad. I found God.
All 24 thousand permutations of him.
From Tool's "Rosetta Stoned"
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
The details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again.
Who writes songs like that, sheesh y'all.
also,
"The Gaping Lotus Experience"
I had a friend once he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway
satan, satan, satan...
I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving kinda caring,
kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains,
arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
satan, satan, satan...
I'm getting bored again...
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