Winter = Warmth

This Teepee Was Built For Two

The pitter-patter of tiny toes on floor boards leaves little to the imagination. Forget the stumble, tears and hold manoeuver dear punters, that is more a spring lambs fair chance. Salary sacrifice has its beginnings in this slowly developing machination where liberty brings about release. Offerings of education in toasty surrounds for the suffering spore of punchcards for progress will rarely be knocked. Cleanliness ensures precision , whilst a welcoming fire hardens knees. Port drinkers will be expected to blossom. Simplicity has never been so snugglewrapped.

Toys = Snooze

Films = Happy Endings

Tap Their Forehead and They Drool For You

Seeing a valuable asset being wasted during the premium weeks where little shitcrumbles vacate the learning centres causes much pain in this aging heart. Their brimming and spring fed limbs cascade over foyers and enter one of the remaining safe houses for us each time Hollywood flumps out a cartoon odyssey filled with caramel punch lines and twinkle tot characterisations. Yes, the cinema, where cash can be exchanged for your own private booth near the youngster you cream for. It caters to both the self-toucher and arm-extender well, though one may need sweets to entice a meandering index finger. This is societies baby sitter, so play your role dear punter, and play it well.

Odour = Grace

Neglect = Opportunity

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'll Love Ya Tomorrow! (Mmmmmm.. redheads!)

Orphans, simply the greatest offering from the poor, Irish and incarcerated. Societies finest round off. Foster parents with fresh fists have been in on this gambit for aeons, covered by the state and selected intently for nurturing skills. Open arms bring little bundles, let it be known. Do all in your daily life to repress your breeding workers, friends, single parents and socially ill, for they will always be the great provider of this classic resource. Hard work has its dividends, create the image, marry if you must, just be sure she is an incompetent cervix or he the blank shooter. They will come... they will come..