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22 January 2012 @ 06:50 pm
 
Me: " The poem goes... (blah blah blah) ...sugar and spice, and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of."
Finn: "No they're not."
Me: "Oh? What are they made of?"
Finn: "Meat."
 
 
 
adult child of alien invaderspinkminx on January 23rd, 2012 08:02 am (UTC)
I cannot wait to see Finn rewrite more poetry.
let's move to the beat like we know that it's overxdarkstarx on January 23rd, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
Ahahahaha! Funny AND true!