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Sup fartknockee, send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile :)
dawww, thank you! here, have a picture of willy wonky, who also thinks you're wonderful :)
I am OBSESSED with men with long dark hair that need therapy
happy birthday christian borle, u mad lad
Figured out how to keep a belly band on young master William Elizabeth Wonkyson... a Supernatural t-shirt I picked up at a thrift store like 10 years ago that is too small for me but I refused to get rid of. 😅
A friend just brought me a bottle baby goat, and I can already tell I'm never going to get anything done ever again. I'm sorry if you followed me for BG3, this young man is my whole entire life now. 😂
Say hello to Willy Wonky, his back legs are a bit messed up and he is SOOOO sweet! 😍
I made this masterpiece and I can’t stop thinking about it
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green cornfield did pass, In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Those pretty country folks would lie, In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crownèd with the prime In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Shakespeare