dren are big, are potty trained and have little trouble getting their clothes on in the morning, assuming we're talking about the pre-selfsurgery stage.
All the same, I love my Dictator. I love my dictator the same way a dog loves a cat. We play a lot, running around in the same circles, but sooner or later, that dog'll chomp down on that tail because that's just how it goes.

Subj: A Message for your leader and BOY is she pissed.
Date: 5/29/00 9:05:04 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: The Peruvian Dictator
To: The Peruvian Mail Carrier, El Supremo, c/o UMI

My friends (or so I thought),
Well, I'm back. I see you were both very busy little bees this week? I'm glad. I'm glad I have such loyal little allies...

...or so I thought....

*SLAMS NEWSPAPER ON THE TABLE, ONE SHE FOUND IN ROCHESTER* YOU IDIOTS!!!! "PERUVIANS AREN'T HAPPY WITH ELECTIONS?!" SINCE WHEN DO WE HAVE ELECTIONS? AND WHO IS THAT IDIOT ON THOSE SIGNS!??!?!?!

While you punks were off going after Brazil ((oh yeah, I thought we had Paraguay?)) a democracy was set up in Peru in my absence. You IDGITS! Grrr...I'm so mad at you two right now.........

~*Her Ladyship, Maeve*~

That, my friend....is what I have to put up with. At this rate, Peru is not safe for even those in the deepest bunkers....