Gotta like that old cake smell.
Tag Archives: Hammy
No, I don’t know how Hammy gets from the baby pool to the bathtub. He just does.
He just does a lot of stuff.
Fun stuff from T this week. Just Hammy being zero gravity Hammy.
I feel bad for whoever was down-tail from RJ.
Hammy loves all creatures great and small and buzzy and creepy and blood-sucking and annoying.
RJ was supposed to attach it to the bouncy house window and then have it fall over. But this works too.