You know what, Giraffe? You think just because you kind of look like a horse, but have a giant neck and these two weird things between your ears that I have no idea what they are, that you can just get away with coming up to my second story window and eating my toast. But you are WRONG Giraffe. DEAD FUCKING WRONG.
Okay, maybe you can have my toast. But don't you FUCKING DARE touch my banana, Giraffe. You've been warned.
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I think this one is my favorite, and that's saying something since I love this blog so much it hurts. Fuck you, blog!
Those protrusions on the head of the giraffe are called "ossicles." And the fact that I knew that right off the top of my head (which does NOT sport ossicles) shames me greatly. I'm going off to a corner to quietly cry now...
Giraffe, I don't give a Shit that you have up to an 18 inch tongue that can be maniplated like a finger. I'm not at all jealous of anything about you giraffe. Take that tongue and go fuck yourself with it!
Eyelash curlers?!?
Ossicones, actually.
Ossicles are the tiny bones in the ear.
Good God, in what sort of ghetto do you live?? Giraffes in the fucking windows.
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