Not only am I too tired to write much (maybe four hours of sleep last night broken up into 1/2 hour chunks), but Young Old is in need of consolation, so I'm typing this with one hand...
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The rarest of moments.
Another rare instance of sleep.
Okay, so maybe he does sleep a lot, but Jesus, it's at all the wrong times. I don't think he's quite grasped the idea of day and night. Seen here with our homie Pork, who's basically another mother to Mama K and I. Not seen is her hubby Mike, who threatened to cook Young Old up if "it" came near him. We love you guys.
Telepathy rules.
This little pig in a blanket loves kisses.
Or not.
One thing he does love is his personal Milk Bladder AKA his mother.
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The rarest of moments.
Another rare instance of sleep.
Okay, so maybe he does sleep a lot, but Jesus, it's at all the wrong times. I don't think he's quite grasped the idea of day and night. Seen here with our homie Pork, who's basically another mother to Mama K and I. Not seen is her hubby Mike, who threatened to cook Young Old up if "it" came near him. We love you guys.
Telepathy rules.
This little pig in a blanket loves kisses.
Or not.
One thing he does love is his personal Milk Bladder AKA his mother.
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