Last night, Buddy died. Do you know how creepy it is to wake up to a hysterical sister saying that your bird died, only to walk to the kitchen and see clouded beady black eyes staring at you without blinking (Or something like that, I can't tell with birds...)? It's freaky.
She's buried by a tree in my backyard.
And now the bells in her cage are moving...
Very freaky.





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It's like a barrel of monkies on crack!
And I like Anti-Kirby sprites!
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Dance, Dance, DANCE LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
And Anti-Kirby should be careful near water...can't swim!
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It's like a barrel of monkies on crack!
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It's like a barrel of monkies on crack!
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It's like a barrel of monkies on crack!
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