Can’t argue with that logic.
The better alternate being, of course: “Now, here, lived a totally awesome vulture.”
How can one keep up war when hot chocolate is being profferred?
Vachel’s problem is my problem. Can’t stop to enjoy things, got to barrel on to the new thing.
Hee hee hee hee :)
If it wasn’t a sheep in the breadbox, it was a dog on the ceiling.
I tried pretty hard ot think of what could really symbolize a truly wild party. Finding a sheep in the breadbox seemed to sum it up pretty well.
Sometimes it’s best to just hug, get it over with. ;-)
At least ONCE a year, living in the woods is useful.
I have a pretty terrible memory. I find what he says to be pretty true, that if nothing else, it keeps it pretty interesting.
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