Monday, May 12, 2014

Sam the Terror

Dearest Samantha,

Why do you have to be such an asshole and tear up my favorite wellies (not to mention they cost 40 quid) and then go and plop down all cute and shit so that I can't get mad at you.




Your life is so ruff - you see what I did there?

PS Your bedroom eyes are fierce,

Mum

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