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.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Whit Teaches Otty the Fine Art
of sulky puppy face ... you'd think it'd be the other way around, but no.
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