That duck looks like he’s going places
How does it comparte to original huy fong, before the pepper dust up?
Chlorophyll? More like Borophyll…
They fucking warned us to be excellent to each other…
Hey now… it’s not like it’s something heinous like a peanut farm.
That’s their game plan to prevent the Onion from purchasing the infowars domain
I AM YOUR SOLDIER
[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]
Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.
[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]
Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.
[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]
Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.
[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]
Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.
[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]
Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.
[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]
Only problem is the hyena you are referencing are more like…
Schadenfreude is a helluva drug…
That’s it… my bad.
Wasn’t there a song about this in the 90s?
Pave Plaestine to put up a parking lot?
Tough times make tough people
Tough people make easy times.
Easy times make weak people.
Weak people make tough times. <--------We are here.
Tough times make Tough people <------ Your light of hope.
They did, but you gotta get your booster shots every now and then.
I feel this…
I decided I would rather have to fight for my right to bear arms than my daughter have to fight for her right to be a human fucking being… I’ve got big shoulders, I don’t mind to do more work so she doesn’t have to.
Why do the statues of Jim Carey look like Kevin Bacon?
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