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I will NOT. Acknowlege. Your presence.
| Friday, December 9, 2005 I am going to try and confine these all-photo "entries" to the weekends, and today is almost the weekend, right?
Look at that chin. Gah. So cute. Who's a wiggly bear? Who's a wiggly - sorry.
Perhaps you were wondering what JB might like for the holidays?
This is, according to JB, a "front loader", which - is it me, or does that sound like it could also be a porn term, like "piledriver"? Yeah, probably just me. I swear, I don't know what my problem is.
I put this in just to be controversial. Not pictured: clubbed Harbor seal pups, exploited Nike factory workers, veal pen.
Something sad about the remnants of a snowman days after the snow has all melted. That's why we ran over ours in JB's truck. To give him a painless, quick death. Also, how many opportunities do you get to run over something human-shaped in a Ford F-150 without getting all kinds of arrested? I ask you.
Pond near our house.
With ducks.
Reading the paper does that to me too, kid.
The Boy, he drools. But also: rules.
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