Duncan and Papa

"It was just a pee."

Free for the taking and making.

Goodnight, 2019.

Trim and train.

Creatively disgusting.

So many and just one more.

Some body parts.

Seal with tape and set the timer.

Recalling one busy December day.

Full-on Santa.

Snacktions and snifflepops.

Seasonal sway to win the day.

Judging how you walk.

Excessive goals.

Productivity meets a tongue too short.

A snow machine.

Nothing is usual.

Upper body and finger strength.

A forgetfully sweet episode.

On ice and about to fall.

Gingerly destructive worldwide.

We both leave the house.

Edible trajectory.

On a cactus.

Custom blues.

Delicious questions.

Melting with a normal hat.

Babies and bear angels.

Humans afar.

Free and safe.

Fully wrapped and not catchy.

Walking and decorating.

Who, who, who, who, who?

Very fairy.

All about the snacks.

Let's talk about dots, baby.

That can't be right...

On a pool?

100% coffee.

A game and New York.

Bigger than Google and colder than hot.

Tons of suck.

A campaign and a challenge.

Mama is Duncan.

Too expensive and more than one.

Scanning with our tongues.

Santa gives Up.

Maybe with a rubber biscuit.

Dancing fur.

The right time and time.