Mommy, my very first pair of pj pants finally died. A moment of silence please. Would you ever imagine that the pants YOU made me would be the source of inspiration for my first tattoo??
Dear Fred, When you taught your son to 'body slam' the teddy bear did you really think he wouldn't body slam you?
Get along, little doggie. Apparently now our horse rides best when the rider is adorned with a pj top, a diaper and a hat. Giddy up.
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