Thursday, November 26, 2015
So far I'm thankful I haven't died from tickle torture this Thanksgiving.
Who knows though, I may not last much longer.
Sometimes brothers are the bane of my existence.
Don't let those sweet smiles fool you.
That's my foot. They've got me trapped.
This is their attempt at reconciliation.
I was hiding in the bathroom so they slipped it under the door. Good thing I really do love them.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMY!
P.P.S. WE MISS YOU, DIEGO.
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aaahh freak out!
brothers are the bomb
Huston we have a problem
i love holidays
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