yeah, so Putin kissed a boy's stomach. Biggus dealus. When I was a wee lad of about four or five years, my uncles would give me what were known as "belly-busters", where they would blow raspberries against my stomach. It had the exact same effect as tickling.
My family was probably quite reckless by mainstream media standards. My brother and I would habitually ride in pickup truck beds, with and without the camper covering. There's a picture of my brother, two years old, "flying" six feet in the air.
My family was probably quite reckless by mainstream media standards. My brother and I would habitually ride in pickup truck beds, with and without the camper covering. There's a picture of my brother, two years old, "flying" six feet in the air.