These are the sweet sweet flops my father and his bride brought me back from Graceland.
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This is laughable, but plausible.
Cutes. LOLZ.
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- Day 108: Fly.
- Day 107: Hello, old friend.
- Day 106: Introspective.
- Day 105: Memorial Day as it should be . . .
- Day 104: Elvis, you can put that pelvis on my foot.
- Day 103: Boom boom pop.
- Day 102: "I want some pancakes."
- Day 101: I baked this cake with my own blood, swea...
- Day 100: The outhouse.
- Day 99: Fear.
- Day 98: A bee's-eye-view.
- Day 97: Vibrant.
- Day 96: Clasped hands and pure hearts.
- Day 95: OMF, gee?
- Day 94: The cheapest entertainment you'll ever find.
- Day 93: Lazy day.
- Day 92: Heritage.
- Day 91: Hail Garland High School?
- Day 90: Bigger and better than anything I could be.
- Day 89: That's some inzayn pitching!!
- Day 88: TTFN.
- Day 87: Modesty<33
- Day 86: Safari exploration.
- Day 78: The greatest day ever!!
- Day 85: In the shadows.
- Day 84: Hey, stoop kid!
- Day 83: It takes fifteen seconds . . .
- Day 82: Movies and hygiene.
- Day 81: Books and bodies are the only things I pack.
- Day 80: Check out that nice tall glass of water!
- Day 79: Chow, baby.
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1 comment:
FYI - That "something" that you licked off my face...yeah...that was vomit. You lose. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you go licking a face without asking again.
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