The delicate and pretty Princess tiptoes into Fischapokalypse's house (which is made entirely of cheese and Twiglets) slices his face off, stamps on his toes and frolics away with the sheep. And the remote control.
The delicate and pretty Princess tiptoes into Fischapokalypse's house (which is made entirely of cheese and Twiglets) slices his face off, stamps on his toes and frolics away with the sheep. And the remote control.
You also forgot that when you were quoted earlier on, you'd been using your other username. That's obviously allowed though. As is sending disgusting and intimidating e-mails. You must be really special.
I help by making sure they've all got a packed lunch before they go to work (with a piece of fruit, obviously - 5 a day and all that), and that their sketti 'oops and chicken dinos are on the table when they get home. Other than that, they just run wild and free, like little urchins, but at least they've got full tummies. If they get into too much trouble, they'll get a clip round the ear'ole and sent to bed early, and the next day it's all forgotten.