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Necessity brings him here, not pleasure.


I am looking to exhaust the backlog of cute Ezra pictures, so that I can show a whole new stream of cute Ezra pictures. Here is one from a few months back, with the little bloke exploiting some lovely afternoon sunlight.

For the record, the fellow turfed off the roof in the tale of Theme Thursday was most definitely not me. I'm insulted that anyone would think that'd I'd be silly enough to get myself into that situation. Just as I wouldn't be on the roof throwing them off, I'm not the kind to be thrown off either. I'm the one laughing and pointing all the while People like that ought to be ashamed.

As for the end result, I do believe that he was fine, aside from a few bumps and bruises. That and an almighty hangover.

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Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
I agree with you, a nice shot of baby Ezra, in the sunlight!
Thanks, for posting!

I'm the one laughing and pointing all the while People like that ought to be ashamed.
To borrow Subby77's word, Wot?!!? Get Out!
DeeDee ;-D
20 June 2009 at 00:04
Priyanka Khot said…
I am ashamed. {hanged hung in shame :(}
21 June 2009 at 16:16
Priyanka Khot said…
Oh yes! Ez looks oh so cute!
21 June 2009 at 16:46
yamini said…
Ez looks cute, really enjoying the afternoon light.

Hey, when I said that if u were there, I meant in the capacity of "laughing and pointing finger" audience, so, dont feel offended.

I know u are too smart to be directly involved in a crime :-)))
23 June 2009 at 15:36
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is a looker.
24 June 2009 at 10:00
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I am rarely offended.
24 June 2009 at 10:04
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