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Rocky XIII

The little bloke does his full regime of calisthenics each day to ensure that he is as fit and healthy as he is handsome.

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LOVE THAT SMILE!!!!!

My sound is messed up, I'll have to watch it on BB's computer and see if there is sound!
Tash said…
Yeah, but Rocky was NEVER that cute! This sure brings memories. Mommy sounds just like me 13 yrs ago! - the doo-doo voice is so similar it's uncanny.
Miles McClagan said…
I hear in Rocky XIII, Sylvester Stallone fights Gabe Kaplan...should be quite a battle...
Anonymous said…
I love the supervisor at the top of the shot...
Management material!
Anonymous said…
He seems to like it.
Priyanka Khot said…
that is an adorable video... Jen sure knows what makes Ezra smile. :-)
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, he has a excellent smile.

Tash, he might have been cute before people started punching him in the head for a living.

It is funny how all over the world, babies induce people to making the same noises and sounds!

Miles, Gabe Kaplan, renowned pothead. Say it ain’t so Mr Kotter!
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, he can’t keep away when a camera appears.

I will strongly advise him against management as a career option. It is a mug’s game!

Blognote, a superstar!

April, he does love his exercises.

Priyanka, the thing with Ezra is that just about anything makes him smile. He is very generous in that regard.

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