What if DannieHO was NabbyDabbyHO!!?





























EAUXH!!!!

You think too much...

^^Morty as a 3 year old...
























































































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I'm actually druggies female alter ego.

Hopefully, you don't have 'sock' stories to tell too. :eek:

Ewwwww! LOL

I thought that was your department?

GPK IS a 3 year old.







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I can accept you as the complete mess you are.

Kissy

Thank you ( snarf!! ) dahling.

:p

:)

:cool:

:o

:confused:

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You're awfully emotional in this thread.


















THUD!

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O Captain! My Captain!


O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman





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