Oh, buffalo, you make me weak πŸƒ.

For some really odd reason, or prolly the way their eyes look, or their super straight lashes or maybe the way they look at me, lol, I simply love buffaloes. They are so cute. Every time am out around and I see buffaloes being a reason for traffic on the road simply because they’re trying to cross the road, this happens very often out here, we cross roads together once the signal gets on for the walkers, (LOL) I always make sure I take the opportunity, lol yes you read it right, an opportunity to make an eye contact with each buffalo I see. Seriously dude. And I’m safe while I do that since I’m only staring at them from my office cab window, as close as I can possibly get. Not all but few do, wondering wtf does she want. This blog is up because I saw them again today while on my way to work, a gang, a beautiful obstinacy of beautiful buffaloes.

Oh buffaloes, I love you all.

In my past life, if I ever even was, I’m sure I was a buffalo. In my next life, if I ever will be again, I want to be a buffaloΒ who would belong to a vegan family only for milk purposes, lol what the heck did I just write. I obviously wouldn’t want my life to end getting slaughtered as hell while I enjoy my life being a buffalo with my handsome buffalo boyfriend.

This is how they exactly look at me when I try to look at them.

African Buffalo with calf

Oh, buffalo, you make me weak,

Oh, buffalo, you bring me to my knees.

Asta la vista, going to drink some buffalo milk.

Reminds me haven’t been for a good buff-etΒ this month.

God, I feel so buffy.

Why is my wifi not buff-ering?

While all the buffaloes are buffalowing,

Me buffing off from here.

Rashmi Duneja Buffalo, BTW.

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