Five seconds after I opened The Escapist today ...
Seriously I was twelve or eleven, was asking for a lego thing from a magazine, dad told me to put the number in the mag, I then said "Why does Santa need the number? He knows everyh-" and that was the day reality shattered for me turning me into the broken pessimistic shell of a teenager you see before you.
Seriously I was twelve or eleven, was asking for a lego thing from a magazine, dad told me to put the number in the mag, I then said "Why does Santa need the number? He knows everyh-" and that was the day reality shattered for me turning me into the broken pessimistic shell of a teenager you see before you.