Gone are the days of childish refreshments.
Toys, crush’s, merriment, and play.
You’ve got to know when to eat your Rose garden, because if it’s too late the warden will banish you for eternity.
Drown in your sorrows and wash away those years little one, the cat in the hat knows what you’ve done. And she is not happy.
Merry Christmas to the son of Sam and his glorious one liners.
Take it you whore