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Every person I meet is in some way my superior.


It's early doors yet, but Ez has already had a few offers from NASCAR.

Them and the big chain supermarkets.
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Roddy said…
Nascar I can understand. But what about the supermarkets? Surely trolley races are banned in the aisles.
27 July 2009 at 20:46
Sue said…
Obviously you ain't watchin' Jackass, dear brother! Trolley races ain't ever banned...if ya don't want 'em to be!!!
27 July 2009 at 23:15
Priyanka Khot said…
He is looking v cute. I love the way the sunlight is dancing on his cheek. And that cart looks really good.

Does Henry fight Ez for it?
28 July 2009 at 16:26
Roddy said…
Just because they are probably older, doesn't make them superiour
28 July 2009 at 18:57
yamini said…
Heya Ez, how u doing? And what are u looking at dear? those little booties are Ohh So Cute!!!!!
30 July 2009 at 16:16
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it is broader than that.
3 August 2009 at 09:25
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