I did everything right
Submitted by Ominous Rabbit on June 1, 2004 – 9:24 pmNo Comment
except remember to put my underwear on today.
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The care and feeding of the impossibly small
The odds and sods of this and that
An accounting of my father and his resident alien
An accounting of my folly with fowl
Person rearing for amateurs
except remember to put my underwear on today.
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