
Iced out, not in a G-way.



Kiernan, the child who never smiles.

Gavin, showing fools how unwrapping is done.
We had Christmas five days early because otherwise, the shit wouldn't get done. The kids got loads of shit and I bought Felicia a camera that she didn't like and I got a new PS2 controller. I'm getting old, son. Anyway, see you later, it's lunchtime.
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