these kind of "reconstructions" to show how ~we don't know anything~ piss me off bc it handwaves away a huge amount of paleontology research. it's also not remotely based in reality bc that's not even how a paleontologist would reconstruct a cow; part of the problem w/ dinosaurs is that their only living relatives are birds, and for a hundred years or so we didn't know that. ofc if u look at old reconstructions they're going to be less accurate but in the past 10-15 years there have been a lot of advancements in our understanding of how dinosaurs probably looked, moved, etc
now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and i'd like to take a minute just sit right there i'll tell you how i became the prince of a town called bel-air. in west philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spent most of my days chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. i got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel-air. i begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket i put my walkman on and said i might as well kick it. first class yo this is bad drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass is this what the people of bel-air live like hmmm this might be all right. i whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "fresh", and had dice in the mirror. if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah forget it, yo home to bel-air! i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabbie, "yo holmes, smell ya later!" looked at my kingdom i was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air. why did you read this to the end lol
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