The expression on this otter’s face summarizes exactly how I feel about the time between now and the end of finals: tired, bored, and a lot lazy.
“I’m sorry if people are jealous of me, but I can’t help it that I’m popular.”
“I’m not like a regular mom. I’m a cool mom, right Regina?”
“Please stop talking.”
“Shhh. Be quiet and they otter go away.”
I call this one “Karen, Regina, and Gretchen.”
Maybe it’s the squinty eyes, but this otter just looks like it’s going to make a sarcastic comment and then slap someone upside the head with one of its little paws.
OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FETCH!
Please God, please let it rain fish. Low calorie fish that burns thigh fat. And let Isabel choke and die on one. And maybe, if you’re feeling super generous, bring me a hot otter with a butt that won’t quit. Amen.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!!
I just don’t get it. I don’t see anything, but something is stopping my paws from getting to the otter side.