I'M FEELING LIKE I WANT TO TALK TO THE ANIMALS TO LET THEM KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE AND ADMIRE THEM. I WOULDN'T WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH ANY OF THEM, THOUGH. THAT WOULD JUST BE WEIRD. AND I DON'T CARE HOW INTO ME THAT GIRAFFE IS. MAYBE I'D PET HER (HIM?) BUT THAT WOULD BE IT. I LOVE ANIMALS. BUT COME ON. OH, AND I WOULD ALSO TELL THE ANIMALS THAT I FINISHED MY MANUSCRIPT. DOESN'T MEAN I'M COMPLETELY DONE, OF COURSE. BUT A MAJOR HURDLE HAS BEEN LEAPED. THEN I'D EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT A "MANUSCRIPT" IS, BECAUSE THEY'RE ANIMALS AND PROBABLY DON'T KNOW. SAME GOES FOR "HURDLE." AND "ANIMALS."

This post is dedicated to the 1972 Miami Dolphins.