A velvet fist in an iron glove.
How many times do we tell them not to let Stuart MacBride out on day passes?
And what in God's name is he going to do with those eggs?
evil eggspiriments (runs and hides)
Cheeky, naughty monkeys! Both of you! SPANKINGS! (if you're lucky).
Well, at least he has the sense to keep his drink mostly upright even if the rest of him is gravitationaly challenged.
and that isn't the only way he's challenged!
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