And this is how we spent much of Saturday afternoon - Mama and Daddy watching me run up and down the hallway while I told them everything that was going on in my little head. Oh, and my shorts hitting the carpet repeatedly, sending my cabin-fevered parents into hysterics (they are easily amused). Why couldn't Mama and Daddy just put some PJ shorts (or "it's-3'oclock-and-time-for-some-real-shorts-dagummit" shorts) on me that would stay up? Because that wouldn't be funny, now would it?
And pay close attention near the end - you'll get a quick glimpse of my tomahawk chop. What better time to show my Braves sprirt than with my shorts around my ankles?
And pay close attention near the end - you'll get a quick glimpse of my tomahawk chop. What better time to show my Braves sprirt than with my shorts around my ankles?
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