As he looked out over the vast landscape and thought back on his life with a critical eye, thinking of all his mistakes, everything he could have done better, every moment of pain he had inadvertently caused those he loved, one thing became apparent.
He wished he done this critical self reflection much earlier in his life.
Teenage poison dart frogs are often mournful.
Let’s just say that make out sessions don’t go well.
It’s a little known fact that the eighth dwarf was a crocodile named Bitey.
While they are avid readers of Tumblr, bee eaters will seldom dignify a post with a response.
White Naped Crane hunting gnomes.
This mouse would feel better if Donald Trump and Jeff Flake swapped names.
English is getting too confusing.
WPA2 and ROCA making for a bad Monday?
At least you’re not fleeing for your life … from a zookeeper with a rake (not pictured).