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| Today, I was introduced to many new people. First Mate sat by tersely, begging guests to wash their hands prior to touching me, and I believe she was widely successful. This is Godfather. He thinks himself quite clever, and has already begun promising restrictions upon my upbringing. The camera appropriately captures us amid a classic argument- at which age I am to enter the convent. |
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| This is my Pops. First Mate gets very wet-eyed when she sees us together. I spy two Hungry Hungry Caterpillars on his top face, which are quite amusing to watch. |
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| This is Sam. They also call him Pius. They have many names for him, but none yet seem to capture how willing he his to blame foreign scents on innocent children. I shall create such a name for him. |
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| This is when dad took me aside for a stern talking to. "Stop making fun of our family" He said. "Stop blaming all the farts on me and The Murphy" I replied. Simple rules. They struck first, I'm simply reacting. |
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