Sometimes I see the little children and I feel like gobbling them up with a big pitchfork and some ground black pepper.
Like, how can you not? They run around you like some out-of-control aeroplane on a sugar rush with a swarm of bees chasing them.
*Grins*
Is it true that when someone thinks about something they like they grin like a doofus? Or is it just a voluntary contraction of their facial muscles? 'Cos I just heard Tokyo Drift and grinned like an idiot, but I totally abhor drifting and all that nonsense which guzzles fuel like there's no tomorrow.
(Rubik's cube please!)
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