Oh, the unanchored phantasmagorical fugues of unreason that blow through these hallowed halls when Mom's napping. If she only knew!! Your unflattering pictures, Little Hawk, are confessions of your own hidden desires. 'Fess up!! You can think of nothing more rewarding than finally becoming a landed fop!! Your inner fop cries out for acknowledgement!! If only you could get away with powdering that long-haired toupée you would be in seventh heaven!


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