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Too much good stuff
no real mail
Walk
I ain't gonna git sick!
Chores are a chore
See my horizon
One of these days
Cure-all
Leporine Snorkels
Them's got big teeth
It hurts
Massive Conspiracy
cheese
Why not?
Pet Shark
Waste
Where's the sun??
breakfast
Shut yer trap
A load of hooey
my mind
How will I die?
Mornings
Grocery stores
Vata
Hmmm...
My knees
Awright. That does it.
Durn whippersnappers
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Chores are a chore
Sometimes I wish I would get some massive repetitive injury so Vata has to sacrifice all of our animals just to keep me alive. And then I'd be all better and I wouldn't have to break up hay bales every morning. My back is killing me.
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