My little man, kicks into overdrive, when he finishes his business. He's like a wind up toy. Last night when I let him outside, he found his spot and when he was done he came flying past me and a crumbled up tarp laying in the yard grabbed his front feet and cut him an end over end flip, landing on his back. He never missed a stride, straight to the door.
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Yeah so what if I'm triple dipped in awesome sauce?
The best way to predict the future, is to create it.
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