What can I say.....My mom says she keeps it safe at night but when she returns it it smell like the New Jersey shore line, my father beats me with it cause he says I smile too much when I use it and my grandpa pokes my bum with it and tell me if I tell anyone he'll take Christmas away and light my parents on fire. Grandpa's sorta crazy. He sells wind chimes and loves picking blueberrys while Grandma loves drawing naked little boys riding unicorns.

some people have amazing imaginations