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.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter Sunday
Easter Bunny left more than little turds outside, he left an Easter Pig Ear for Otty. Oh, the rapture of lugging around a too-big chew. Must. Get. Out. Must. Bury. Pig Ear.
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