Me and my dog, Poochie.

It's not necessarily so gross that I'm picking my nose, its gross that I'm picking my nose while I'm eating.

My mom's hair may have been bigger than her whole head, but that is the exact look she was going for. Oh, the 80's. For some reason it seems like my dad somehow always managed to be wearing his blues. Like a poster for everyone to know, I AM IN THE MILITARY. And me? Well I'm just happy that someone is taking my picture.
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