All the dinosaurs are so thicc. Like fat thicc.

I’ll just say it. Fat. Fat dinos. Is that a twist?

The year was like 2009. In St. Petersburg Florida. It was closing time at the club, last song in the middle of the dance floor. We screamed “I Believe In a Thing Called Love” in each other’s faces and danced like crazy, but then we both dipped. I still think about you occasionally