My little 'Flying Pig' is begging me to bring him inside. But I told him that he's just too cute, sitting out there in the snow. In protest, he said, "Maybe I'll fly South." And then I told him he's made of cast iron.
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That was frickin' funny! ;)
LOVE IT!
That was frickin' funny, I agree. I am completely in awe of how I grew up in the same house as you and Whit and things like that would NEVER cross my mind. I hope Taylor has your imagination : )
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