Originally posted by Lord Magnus
Wow! *eating a cookie* Thanks, granny. Can I replace Tired Hiker as your pride and joy?
Tired Hiker is a fine young man, You should have seen him in his sweet and feminine age of four, He would go steal my make up and Wear it.
Ahh, the days back on the farm where very sublime, it all start back in 1926, Where it was the grand thing in the gardens, with the rabbits eating off the carrots by late september...
Originally posted by DarkC
Good, I'll rag him about it. Uh, ma'am.
Oh, don't tell him I said it My dear, his Cheeks will turn all bright pink. And his face too!
Then he comes to me and sobs, but I bake him a few apple and sweet potato pies and he cheers right up! 🙂
He Does the same thing each time tell my friend's his cute child Adventures with his Imaginary Friend bingo. Oh Dear! I said too much.