That night, I had a brush with death.
Unless you’re ready for the reaper cushions!
It was a Nair death experience.
An ice sickle.
Dicing with death.
I am going to call it Brush With Death
For the wise men once said: Don't fear the Reaper
Curl up and dye
He took his scythe and started chopping the carrots with me. Very scary when you are dicing with death.
He’s deathperate
Apparently he kills.
The living room
Because they dilate.
Apparently he's death
You know me, just Dyson with death
Hi unforgiving, I'm dad"
"Yes you are"
I asked him "Who are you meant to be?"
He said "I'm a little Death"
So I shouted "WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BE?"
He's Death
A brush with death
(As told to my son and I by my husband this morning)
Death's Pa's Seat O' Doom
Sickleback
Die-t Coke
To get some soles!
I fought him off with a vacuum cleaner. Talk about Dyson with death."
I was dicing with death 💀
Talk about Dyson with death
