Little Jimmi Turner thought his problems had reached their climax when his hair had suddenly all jumped ship one early icy August morning. He was wrong. Losing what he would call, a lovely head of dark, bouncy round locks, was only the begining of a series of bizarre happenings. It was the following morning that he noticed... THE SPROUT!! que "dun dun daaahhh" music, followed by a series of girlish giggles, squeels and screams. and.. cut.
I promise next post will be less ugly. Thanks for all the comments too people! Appreciate it. cheers!