Mr. Squab, on seeing that I’ve put my newly long hair back into pigtails, of which he is particularly fond:
“Hey, baby, wanna Punky my Brewster?”
Best. Come On. EVER.
Mr. Squab, on seeing that I’ve put my newly long hair back into pigtails, of which he is particularly fond:
“Hey, baby, wanna Punky my Brewster?”
Best. Come On. EVER.