If I wanted to confront the grim specter of mortality every time I went out on my back porch to smoke a cigarette I'd bring a hand mirror. Plus that fucking dog just doesn't listen. Get back in the house dog, he's asked like ten times. In a related note, good god someone please help us all.
*updated with 10% more Weltschmerz.
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bird just made me feel guilty about this one.
-Ainge, passing to the Chief instead
http://tinyurl.com/lwgg8
I know, it made me sad reading this one again. Poor little feller.
(I mean me)
(listening to a.m. radio, forever)
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