Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his heterogeneous fluids? You’d think we’d have figured it out by now.
"Fuck me! Those cunts next door have made a much fucking bigger snowman than mine. And they've got bastard SPADES as well. You'd better get ME a buggering spade, Nanny you bitch!""Now, now, Timmy. You know it's rude to point"
"Mummy, Mummy! It's snowing! Can I go out and play? Even though I shat all over the table at your dinner party last night?""Of course you can sweetikins.""But I'm wearing shorts! Won't I catch my death of cold?""Run along now."
Timmy thought how pleased mummy would be with the pretty patterns he'd drawn on the window with the contents of his nappy.(Note : This actually happened, but names have been changed to protect the guilty. And I -erm- he was only two at the time, OK?)
"Fuck me! Those cunts next door have made a much fucking bigger snowman than mine. And they've got bastard SPADES as well. You'd better get ME a buggering spade, Nanny you bitch!"
ReplyDelete"Now, now, Timmy. You know it's rude to point"
"Mummy, Mummy! It's snowing! Can I go out and play? Even though I shat all over the table at your dinner party last night?"
ReplyDelete"Of course you can sweetikins."
"But I'm wearing shorts! Won't I catch my death of cold?"
"Run along now."
Timmy thought how pleased mummy would be with the pretty patterns he'd drawn on the window with the contents of his nappy.
ReplyDelete(Note : This actually happened, but names have been changed to protect the guilty. And I -erm- he was only two at the time, OK?)