Kids are evil guys. Really.
Now if you excuse me, I have to comb her hair for fifty minutes, apply hair gel, blow dry it and then keep it under lock and key so my mother doesn't throw it to the trash.
I am not kidding, that's the punchline >_>
|That moustache is screaming to get away from this photo.|
|What can I say? I really want to eat Rarity. Like a lot. Like a thousand times.|