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Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by HEXIN, Feb 22, 2012.
You give my baby a fork and a outlet, im going to kill you slowly and painful
I second that. Now, back to the issue at hand. He gets men clothes!
He gets baby clothes!
Get him African clothes?
No. Lumberjack cloothes and a Mohawk.
With spike boots and leather gloves, maybe an axe....
Percyous! Hell to the no!
A baby proof axe of course!
Percyous, Im getting a restraining order for you, you are no longer allowed to see your son!
I like pretty cloths. This is just weird.
Fine, you can pick the clothes, here's my paycheck....*hangs head and hands princess the check*
Brokenlights I know right, Percyous has gone crazy!
*Takes the paycheck and smiles* Thank you darling
Welcome..... Just.... Nothing girlie please.....
I may be a girl, but I know how to dress my son Percyous, and Im not even a girly-girl
Good, thank you..... And don't kill him please.....
Ok thats going to far
Why dont we just get some coffee or something..
I'm not talking about our baby, I was talking about the check. I trust you with him and his clothes.
*Smirks* Of course