.. from a few days ago when the BIG storm buried us. Whit connects with a snowball on the right side of my noggin. What an upstart.
Friday, March 14, 2008
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Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
2 comments:
the tree branch curving behind your cap makes it look like a viking helmet.
I had the same thought as Brent. It's a good look for you though.
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