I don't quite know what to make of this.
Killer shoes, I think, but I can't help feeling like she's going to smack my outstretched palm with a ruler and send me to the corner to stare at the wall, moments before she's fired by the school's headmaster for wearing a child's nightgown to class.
Killer shoes, I think, but I can't help feeling like she's going to smack my outstretched palm with a ruler and send me to the corner to stare at the wall, moments before she's fired by the school's headmaster for wearing a child's nightgown to class.
