I’m not sure how to explain it...my middle daughter and I share that they make us uncomfortable...she just sent me this...I’m ashamed that these things make us laugh...maybe we need counseling...but what the fuck...
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I'll bet he couldn't even give you a reach around with his stubby little arms.I fvcked one. Weird little sausage fingers mades my 3.5 incher look huge.
I’m not sure how to explain it...my middle daughter and I share that they make us uncomfortable...she just sent me this...I’m ashamed that these things make us laugh...maybe we need counseling...but what the fuck...
OP, my middle daughter and I share this same fascination with midgets. We live in separate cities but if either of us see a midget we are required to take a picture and send it to the other person with the title midget sighting. The other kids think we are stupid, but we tell them they are stupid for not appreciating midgets in their habitat.
This may have all started when we were living in Rhode Island and the lawn care company had a tatted up midget who would mow the lawn shirtless with a push mower. Watching him push arms stretched out over his head was hilarious.
Gotta stay connected somehow. This works for us...lolours started years ago with an encounter with a small person on the front porch of a restaurant in Flagler Beach, Florida...it’s been a running joke between us ever since