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.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
FIRED TODAY
Did I mention I was fired today? How will I afford Otty's biscuits? I have already let Poor Fool rust away. Who knows what will happen next. My wife Treece is tired of "the journey" and I agree.
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