Reed. Is. Trouble.
He throws.
He hits.
He makes a mess just to make a mess.
He's knows just what to do to push my buttons.
Then.... then he has the nerve to do this....
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZFcSeRtoBX4qViCR5zB8KizHVqfWaAzb58Jj0TBQd5hbzNuhXg8xUS6eEt2ZFk7Ncp1FrS7P0Y2GtnyL91jINqbpDZUvH0SXEM0wvqObd_KiPvJPgjPRkpYAmU8vgLv4Rb44FUdH4p28/s320/pants.jpg)
...and dance a jig...
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...which has me busting at the seams with laughter!
The biggest goofball in town!
How can such a cutie pie be equal parts frustratingly difficult and spontaneously silly?!?
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