It's no wonder my dating life is extinct. Look what I have to deal with:
Impressive. The camera angle really makes those tiny dinosaur arms look a lot longer.
Is that a drill next to his head? So it wasn't an asteroid after all...just Darwinism.
Gesundheit.
I won't argue with you there, buddy. And it's a melfie in an airplane bathroom. Good God, you've taken the public toilet backdrop to new heights.
And you, sir, have taken Photoshop to a new low. (But I will give you points for choosing a reptile other than a python.) It's a good thing that little guy gave you a ride after he bit off your feet.
So, in closing, I'm just not feeling a connection with these Cretaceous Casanovas...maybe it's because I don't wear dinosaur jammies, maybe it's self-preservation because I'm a mammal who's lower on their food chain. Either way, I'll leave these opportunities for some paleontologist living in coastal Montana about a million years from now.
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