Next, he'll be sleeping till Noon, raiding the fridge, and asking for the car keys.
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
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Best. Photo. Evah.
I think it's clear that he's doing something.
And it's an important something.
LOL! My mom said it reminded her of me. I don't know what she meant by that!
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