“I’ll have frosties, bitch”
WHACK, he flew out of his chair crying his eyes out. Mum looks at the 4 year old and says sternly “And what do you want?”
“I don’t know, but it won’t be fucking frosties”
“I’ll have frosties, bitch”
WHACK, he flew out of his chair crying his eyes out. Mum looks at the 4 year old and says sternly “And what do you want?”
“I don’t know, but it won’t be fucking frosties”