Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Boys and their toys

We're huge Lego fans in the Hurley House, but all of our Lego has got so mixed up over the years that it's really difficult to build any of the original models that we'd bought. So, we decided to make good use of our Christmas holiday, and try to build as many of the models as we possibly could.

We started, in a very organised way, by sorting all of the Lego bricks by colour. The idea was that it would help us track down the pieces that we were looking for.


Well, the idea was there...

1 comment:

William Hurley said...

I was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Shrek every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Shrek is love", I would say, "Shrek is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Shrek. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Shrek. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my swamp". He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all ogre now". Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.