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.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Weather Report - Unemployment Intermission
.. 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.
the tree branch curving behind your cap makes it look like a viking helmet.
ReplyDeleteI had the same thought as Brent. It's a good look for you though.
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