Caution? Caution, you say? Nonsense--I'm plenty cautious of boredom, and that's all the caution I need. I revel in my crazy surf chair; admire my giddiness and pluck.Oh, you want to know what truth my vibrant yellow onesie bespeaketh? "Demolition expert." Whatever. By the time Mom was my age, she'd broken a leg. (If she carried a camera at all times, you'd have identical photos of me on this chair in every outfit I own. What can I say? I do so like an audience.)
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Somebody, however tough he is, still has adorable thunder thighs.
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