It must've been the fall that got 'im...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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The House and I
It's not about the house.
Me, Whee!
- EGE
- I ramble. And I see time in three dimensions. You probably don't want to get in a philosophical discussion with me when I'm drunk.
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2 comments:
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Well, he lived and died with great dignity. I bet he never whined, either.
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