Yesterday I was in a crabass mood and kind of looking for someone to yell at. I was stomping across for the gym looking for the next biter or puncher, just waiting for one of them to piss me off. And Gabby, seriously beautiful five-year-old Gabby comes up to me and says, "I need one of your hairs."
Uh. Why?
"Because I'm making a human robot."
I gave her two, and wished her well.
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