Last night during a pretty aggressive thunderstorm, a huge lightening strike, along with an incredibly deafening thunder clap happened right next to our house. It was about 11pm and Susan was snuggled up to her Mother next to me in our bed. After a few seconds of Lori saying something soothing to our 9 year old she was holding, saying something like 'its ok, its just a little storm, we are safe...', I call out to our older 12 year old in her room just next door.
"Sarah!?" I called to her, in my normal tone to get her attention.
"Yeah? What?" She responded.
"Was that you?" I called back.
After a long pause Sarah replied "No Dad. That was thunder!"
I could not stop laughing.
They are dead.
"No, son, they're extinct."
But it's actually because they're dead
Cause they’re extinct.
He’s dead
Because they went extinct
rough sex also becomes a rave...
Because it's dead.
Coz they're extinct.
Cause they’re dead
But really, it’s because they are dead
Because it’s extinct.
Because he was dead
Because they're dead.
Because they're extinct...
Because they’re extinct.
Because they're dead.
Because its extinct.
Because they're dead!
