Me irl.


Me irl.

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  1. David HawkinsApril 16, 2015 at 1:52 PM

    Did I catch you playing with your dolls, sir?

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  2. Whitney DelaglioApril 16, 2015 at 2:03 PM

    Your helmet is so big <3!

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  3. Stephanie BryantApril 16, 2015 at 2:06 PM

    If the doll with the buns is supposed to be Leia, then this is creepy as hell.

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  4. Casey G.April 16, 2015 at 2:08 PM

    No relation in Spaceballs, Stephanie Bryant!

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  5. A. Miles DavisApril 16, 2015 at 2:10 PM

    someone needs to force Stephanie Bryant to watch Spaceballs immediately.

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  6. Stephanie BryantApril 16, 2015 at 2:14 PM

    I've seen Spaceballs. Several times.

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  7. Casey G.April 16, 2015 at 2:20 PM

    I do distinctly remember thinking when I saw Jedi, even at the tender age of 8, that in retrospect the kiss in Empire was now super gross.

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