|I have to scratch.|
|Everyone sees right through me. It’s as though I’m transparent.|
|It sucks being a turkey at Christmas. Luckily I’ve found the best hiding place ever.
Must. Stay. Still.
|When I find the smarty pants who put me in a ruffle collar…|
|Oh crap, thought it was fancy dress.|
|I’m in easy reach of the kids here. PLEASE put me up higher.|
|There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
There’s no…. oh… can’t click my heels.
|Thought these kids were Australian? They don’t have a clue what I am!|
|Stars are normally at the top of the tree, but thought I’d keep it real this year.
So am hanging with the baubles. But they are, like, soooo boring.
|Can someone get the pine needle out of my arse?|
|Hel-loooo – I was in Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses.
I totally do not belong here. And who is the perv under my skirt??
They put me right behind the dancing chick. Sweeeet.
|Bloody Monty Python.|
|Tsk tsk tsk! (Translation: Quick, Sonny! Old Mr Smith and his dog fell down the well!)|
|Mulled wine!! Weeeeee!!!|
|Since I lost my wand I’ve been looking a bit Third Reichy.|