Last night, talking with Kristy, I coined the following saying: "If factually stating things about your life sounds like bragging, you live a pretty damn good life."
Immediately afterwards, I farted so loudly I made myself laugh, which made me choke on my ice cream, which made the cold sensitivity in my back molars flare up, resulting in me falling to the floor, a hacking, dribbling, giggling, and wincing mess.
Yup. That sounds about right.
In conclusion, enjoy these artist's renditions of the mechanics and choreography of dinosaur sex.
I'm especially a fan of Sauroposeidon's o-face here.
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