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Four-and-a-half, and already a master of the dual-shock controller.
| Play it, Sam. |
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| Star on Cheek. Star on Chest's sidekick, perhaps? |
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| Scumbag babby. |
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| Couch occupied? Use the coffee table! |
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| This is what I found after practicing Chopin's Polonaise in A. Apparently, it's a lullaby for toddlers. |
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| Oh, joy, oh, mess! |
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| And yet—somehow—life goes on (with all the frills). |
| What do Resident Murlocs have for babies? Baby Murlocs! | |
| This was hard to take. Damien kept taking Murky and putting him back in the living room where he belonged. OCD babby is CDO. | |
| Two out of two babbies prefer the taste of swords. | |
| Anthony totally looks like Perry the Platypus. |
| Damien totally looks like Anthony | |
| Therefore, Damien totally looks like Perry the Platypus | |
| There we go. |
| This is inaccurate. Two weeks later, the pediatrician measured him at 37". |
| A reference to the infamous "Carrot Jockey" cake wreck. |