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...You can even hear the baby in the background crying.
Ungrateful little ingrate. Doesn't he know there's a video camera going? (I am not fond of children, if you can't guess.)
Hahaha. That's the sound of his shattering childhood from watching that happen to his toys. ANYYYYWAYS~ I'm 'meh' about children. I'm scared and intrigued by them.
Children are devilish little blighters. (This is usually where my dad pipes up with, "You were a child yourself, once." To which I always respond, "That's exactly why I can say with authority that children are awful." Lord knows I was an unbearable little turd as a child.)
Pray your infections never end up like this....SWEET DREAMS.
You are a sick, sick, sick, sick person, Dumpling. I'm going to go look at pictures of fluffy kittens now, just to get that out of my mind.
OuO...That's what happens when you try to ruin my childhood. And yes. I'm not normal. Anyways, I saw something similar to this in the hospital a few nights ago. Except it wasn't in the knee. It was in the armpit. It was huge...and gross.