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Father's Day
wickedneuron:
Father's Day
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Combing
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Combing
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Father's Day
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To the Bat TV
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Up close
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There I was at the end of the fight-lead in my lower back-dirt struck retinas-hands cut cramped from making mower go juice. My feet had grown mouths. No more, they said. So I left them behind.
wickedneuron:
I know how that lawnmower feels.
wickedneuron:
Thanks again for the syrup, Canada Christie!
wickedneuron:
My coworker has the world's biggest phone.
wickedneuron:
Summer Madness
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Got your nose.
wickedneuron:
More than meets the eyeglasses.
wickedneuron:
Worshipping at the Cars altar.
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Batboy
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Dinosaurs at the window.
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Awesomest father's day ever.
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Monsti.
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Riders on the storm
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The consequence of eating a huge lunch is eating a shitty, wet, and late dinner.
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The plush throne.
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He wanted to be in it.
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The drink of morning gangsters everywhere
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Found the dinosaurs in Oklahoma. Aka hi def is a BITCH!
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The boy likes the dark like his father
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Old Faithful
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Bringing the weekend to Wednesday
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Twenty minutes later, the roof was open. Neil Tyson forbid we have some meteor strikes. Or rain.
wickedneuron:
These silly bastards are opening the roof today. They played the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey and Raise the Roof. And it's halfway open.
