Cheepers Noir
Here's a picture of me in my Gothic phase. |
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Make lovebirds, not warbirds . . .
My dad expressing his humble opinion, as he is wont to do from time to time, particularly when a tyrannical despot who wasn't even elected pushes the the world against its will to the precipice of a dynamic and potentially disastrous paradigm shift comparable to the fall of Rome and the the dawn of the Dark Ages. My dad says King George II is a colonial imperialist of 19th century proportion who makes Marie Antoinette look like an astute socio-political analyst. I'm just a cuddly little lovebird who could not presume to be so much wiser on world affairs than the President of the United States, and yet, my dad assures me I would be a much more capable leader. Hail to the Cheeps! |
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Is that a lovebird in your pocket, or a are ya just happy to see me? |
Why not both? Awww . . . |
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Snarfle in the cheepersgrass . . . |
So refreshing! Ahhhh . . . |
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I like to consider myself a matron of the arts. |
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Helping around the house . . . |
Picking a pepper . . . |
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Here's a picture of one of my neighbors. Their apartment is even leakier than ours, but they don't seem to mind. Click on the pic to the left to learn more about my neighborhood. |
Click on the pic to the right to see pix of my neighbors' kids. Cute! |
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