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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:39:40 GMT
I throw down with them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:39:58 GMT
I shred lettuce for their wraps.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:40:10 GMT
I buy them lava lamps.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:40:32 GMT
I teach them how to flick bottle caps across the room.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:40:42 GMT
I snap elastics on their bums.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:40:56 GMT
I iron on their cub scout badges.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:41:13 GMT
I filet their fish for them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:41:27 GMT
I shower them in glitter.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:41:40 GMT
I shoot them out of cannons.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:41:52 GMT
I perform Madonna medleys with them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:42:07 GMT
I serve them my famous mashed potatoes.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:42:26 GMT
I introduce them to David Blaine, and he makes them disappear.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:42:56 GMT
I trade them for wheat or ore when I need to build a city.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:43:06 GMT
I row our boat for them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 17:43:24 GMT
I staple their term papers together.
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