Tonight at the pharmacy I was mistaken for several versions of Andrew Sullivan.
Friday, September 18, 2009
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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.
2 comments:
So, it took you this long to figure that out?
Kevin
Also, people often mistake me for someone who gives a damn. Ba-da-bum.
K.
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