Since I’m apparently in the rhythm of embracing my inner ill-tempered spirit animals, here’s to one of my faves: the owl. Or, as I like to affectionately refer to them, the fluffy murder potato.
On their best day they look like they want to eat your face off. Which they probably do. I also have issues with resting owl face. But I can assure you, I do not want to eat your face off. That sounds too crunchy. I’m a smooth peanut butter kinda guy.
So if you see me someday and are wondering why I look so mad, don’t worry, that’s just my face. I’m actually an alright guy. Some people say 🤷♂️
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