*nobbly nobs on your knees*
This is looking awfully grim...
*stroke*
If you get a tattoo I will make people hate you.
Be my blue-eyed son; I'll pay you.
I can only sigh and gaze and think of yesteryear
Come help me eat all these starburst and doritos and cookies and fritos and whatever else there is.
You're a real Fanny Shaw.
You've got blisters on your fingures.
You're a real Polly Milton.
