The Wang-Out: You look adopted.

[Gypsy]

Wait, is that the same game you've been having postal trouble with recently?

That still hasn't come in?

I get to open a claim with Amazon on the 25th if it doesn't get here by then. Joy.

You see, children, babby EMI asked mummy Ireland for ice cream, but mummy Ireland was very busy cleaning the spot where babby EMI had previously urinated on the carpet and asked him to wait for a few minutes. Not to be outdone, babby EMI gritted his teeth and cunningly strained and pushed until he shat his nappy, a wry smile creeping across his face as the excrement began to trickle down his leg. In babby's mind, this would get him a fresh nappy, attention and all the ice cream he desired. In reality, mummy is going to mail him to Azerbaijan.

I'm on the floor.