Saturday, 3 October 2015

Chin Head

"Rosetta, just because I can't chin the top of my own head doesn't mean you can claim it - it's MY head!"

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  1. Scout and Sage3 October 2015 at 07:55

    Nuh uh - it's been chinned. Her's now.

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  2. Auntie Jane (It is official!)3 October 2015 at 14:58

    You Canadians! How can you imagine that his head is hers now? Everyone knows that she has to chin him every Saturday for a month, sacrifice blemish less carrots at midnight of every other Tuesday for the same month, keep silent vigil from 2 pm to 4 pm everyday, and then at the end of the month provide a sumptuous feast where all are welcome. What kind of a playground did you grow up on? Not one of those finders keepers places?!? Oh, and the whole ritual has to be done over if no guest shows up with Maple Cookies for the happy couple.

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    1. Scout and Sage3 October 2015 at 19:42

      I grew up in a land where 'What the women wants, the woman gets' .. I think it's called Scotland. ;)

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