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I hope he doesn't explode when he lands.


LOL! Well; he rarely is called "Molotov" in any case. "Big boy," Biggie," "Mr. Mo" and so forth are far, far more common.

"Molotov" is reserved for terrible deeds, such as continuing to eat the felt off my prized picture frames... (Something that he is well aware he is not supposed to do - but that he adores TO do.)


I already have too many poop stains on my shirts and am far too tired of getting my ear hairs ripped out by their roots to appreciate such a critter! (Mother-in-law has one!)

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