There’s no place I can be
Since I’ve found Serenity
You can’t take the sky from me.
Aren’t most bird songs just fancy booty calls
There’s the booty call, a random “snake! snake!”, the “somebody hold me! I’ll kill this guy!”… And the more social ones have quite a lot more.
Most of the owl calls are more “get off my lawn!”
Who?
There are some around my parent’s house, those can be loud as fuck. Sometimes one would start making high pitch screams for half an hour or so.
Their voices are designed for projection… For better or for worse! 😅
Once I saw a couple of birds screeching and flying around a cat that was getting close of their fallen hatchling, so maybe sometimes it does mean “someone’s eating my baby”.
The light bird had it coming. I voted for dark bird because it won’t eat MY babies.
Vote for the Birds Eating My Babies’ Face Party!
I didn’t think they were going to eat my babies.
More likely, From Dusk Til Dawn we’re hearing:
“All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers! Here at the Titty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, we got hot pussy, cold pussy, we got wet pussy, we got smelly pussy, we got hairy pussy, bloody pussy, we got snappin’ pussy, we got silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, we even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! Come on, you want pussy, come on in, pussy lovers! If we don’t got it, you don’t want it! Come on in, pussy lovers!”
Or, the “we got dick” version.
Love it when the frogs go off at night.
“Fuck ME! Pick ME! Pick me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me.”
