imagine thàt being your father - banjo playing on your bedside (prob smelling of jd) *shivers*
How cool! ;-)
I imagine when he's done and she's still sitting there, smiling and waiting for more, that he strokes his mustaches and says, "Hm," and then casually reaches over and cracks her on the head with that banjo. Then she goes to sleep.
R.S. she soon learns to pretend to sleep, in future.
imagine thàt being your father - banjo playing on your bedside (prob smelling of jd)
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How cool! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI imagine when he's done and she's still sitting there, smiling and waiting for more, that he strokes his mustaches and says, "Hm," and then casually reaches over and cracks her on the head with that banjo. Then she goes to sleep.
ReplyDeleteR.S. she soon learns to pretend to sleep, in future.
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