A rhinoceros is just some kind of bullshit leftover dinosaur.
The sheep is devalued, having been the only animal successfully counterfeited.
Geese are basically big, angry ducks. The last thing the world needs is big, angry versions of benign animals.
Moths are so undeserving of the gift of flight that God saw fit to irresistibly compel them to fly into fires.
Owls seem to have a lot of fucking attitude for something that shits crumbled-up mice bones all night.
Elephants mourn their dead. That's the best time to catch them unawares.
Meerkats always look like they're trying to cross the street. Just go, dickhead.
I'll turn vegetarian as soon as someone shows me a cow doing something more important than getting broiled.
Until we start getting a three-day weekend for Groundhog Day, groundhogs ain't shit to me.
How many animals have a cardinal sin named after them? Just the sloth: God's most evil creature.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
With an average of 40 IPAs added every day, it can be difficult to taste them all
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