dennys

dennys:

Legend has it that a lizard-man-chicken hybrid stalks the outskirts of every Denny’s parking lot, snarling and peering through the bushes, sometimes frightening small children and scaring off the more timid of Denny’s visitors. But behind the scaly, feathery, horrifying exterior lives a gentle…

No, denny’s, that’s just my dad. Thank you for finding him, he gets like that. Return him to the address stamped on his foot please.

Greetings Tumblr. This is the land of the denizens of the Internet, I’ve heard. May I be accepted into your tribe as a fellow clansman? Or shall I be forced to wonder the data streams alone, for all existence?