Once Upon a Time There Was a Little Girl Who Wanted PEENK Socks.
Dec 2nd, 2005 by jenzug
“I want PEENK socks, mama!”
“You want pink socks? Here’s some pink socks.”
“NO! I want PEENK socks!”
“These ARE pink socks, Ruthie.”
“NOOO! I want do self!”
“OHHH! You want to PICK socks.”
“YEAH!”
“Okay, here’s the basket.”
[Looks in basket] “Oh no! I want PEENK socks!”
“Go ahead, you can pick whatever socks you want.”
“Where’s PEENK socks, mama?”
“The pink socks are right here…”
“NOOO! I WANT PEENK SOCKS!”
“Ruthie, these ARE pink socks, and you can PICK them yourself!”
[Dumps basket of socks on the floor] “OH LOOK, mama! PEENK socks!”
[Laughing & peeing in my pants] “OH! You want the PIG socks!”
“YEAH!”
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