Wednesday, October 19, 2011

If Hands Could Speak

What? What are you--? Don't make me do that again. Hold my breath--hold my breath--hold my breath--hold my breath. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate that.

Hey. Hey! Don't you walk past--HEYYYYYY! You're supposed to wash me. No, go back! Wash me! You're supposed to wash me!

1 comment:

Shan said...

And now I may have been scarred for life thinking of your hands. (Thanks for the middle of the night laughs!)