My readers are so . . . normal.
And then check out what Stefan did:
Seriously. I have sand coming out of my nose.
You People are Killing Me.
And then check out what Stefan did:
Seriously. I have sand coming out of my nose.
And then check out what Stefan did:
Seriously. I have sand coming out of my nose.
LMAO. I’m too shy (translation lazy) to record myself hopping around my kitchen all giddy.
These are great!
Lol! You have some fun fans.
Oh my gosh, that is fantastic!
never eat the yellow snow!
Heeelarious! For me it was poking my kindle and asking it (in an increasingly loud voice peppered with profanity) why it wasn’t queueing it faster!
To Mr. Huge Howley
in Amerika
I am too pleased you see video from my Siberia backyard. I think you enjoy, yes?
Please tell the Broadway producer I can sing for them at any time. I do not, however, take my clothings off.
Frisky
P.S. My teeth have sand in them now. Ptooey.
I enjoy very much, yes.
And please leave your clothes where they are.
They are in Siberia. With me.
You are welcome.
Best. Fans. EVER!
sand from dog beach, way better than sand from cat beach..,.
Poor sands, so many of them will never see their home/friends/dogs again, probably.
They are soooooo funny!
I hope you are enjoying wearing LESS clothes on your Florida sojourn.
I have always wondered – why is it a dot after Sand? Is it a hint that it won’t be any sequel or what?
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