Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I have compiled a detailed list of things I want to do to/with/on you.
This is just sending me into a fit. I need to go sit on an ice pack. But that haircut!?! It's making me crazy. When did I become a pedophile? Uh, that would have been in 1988 when this little muffin was born.
Now, Rupert, be a good British gentleman and come sit in Mommy's lap. Oh, and lose the pants, you won't be needing them.