When my father was younger he devised a plan to drop down out of a tree onto the back of a deer and take it down with a knife. He said it beat the shit out of him with its antlers. So I think I could take down a doe, a deer, a female dear.
Is your dad’s name Ray? A drop of golden sun?
No that’s me, a name I call myself.
Dough, some cash, a wad of cash
Ray, a guy who fixes cars
Me, the one who takes out the trash
Fa, the distance to the stars
So, a word that goes with well
LA, a city where we dwell
Tea, with honey it tastes swell
And that brings us back to dough!
(Credit: Animaniacs)
my toxic trait is thinking I could win a fight with a goose
no you can’t
Not to brag, but, with a little bit of trainig, I think I can easily win against a trout, as long as the fight is not in the water. But we’re only talking hypotheticaly, of course. It would only come to that if the trout picks up the fight first and we don’t manage to resolve our issue with healthy communication… I’m not a monster.
