Things That Are Fluffy

Rather than type out the rant that's been floating around in my head and verbalizing my hope that our current President, doofus though he may be, will take this opportunity to rise above party and politics and powerful NRA lobbyists to pass some friggin' decent gun control legislation, I present to you a post inspired by Grover and the Everything in the Whole Wide World Museum:

Things that are fluffy ...

Bunnies

Kittens

Baby Penguins


Porn Stars
Oh, wait. That's fluffer.
Eh. Close enough.

*smooches* and *hugs*

and *extra special smooches of joy* to Scott-o-Rama and any people who wandered over here from there.

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