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.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Grab a Barf Bag and Read On
My wife Nadine sent this my way and I am duty bound to pass it on. NOTE: any subsequent room spins are a direct result of absorbing the aforementioned content into your bloodstream.
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