Always brings out the beast in our family
I told you...don't mess with those damn Harry Potter books
TOUCHING YOURSELF your parents warned you bad things happen when you do it.
We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
And so having dragged the monster from the river, they decided to put it to good use and make sausage from its meat. It was the Beast of Thames, it was the Wurst of Thames.
I'm an absolute MONSTER ...until I've had my morning coffee!