|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| And Matt and Tiff; and 2 and 3, and Matt and Tiff; and 3 and 4... | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
| | |
| Tiff, am I still the only navigator in your cockpit of love? My instruments never lie, and you've been acting kind of strange lately. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| That is nice, but I must get back to excercising. An officers wife must keep FIT! | |
| | |
|
 |
|
|
