Due to the longstanding tradition of jumping over potentially feisty animals for no apparent reason and without consideration of obvious consequence that might exist, Norway apparently decided they should commemorate it in glorious form for all to swoon over.
Now, my fur burger is totally GGG, and she’s down to jump on top of other consenting, feisty, living things. But not typically over them. And not animals. THOUGH, here is my fur burger hanging out with a fine bunch of COCKS, amirite?! Hahaha, jumping time.
And don’t try to “Oh, idiot, those are hens” out of this pun. Party fowl. *snickering like a 12-year-old boy in Health class when they’re, like, talking about reproductive systems and there are, like, diagrams and stuff*