"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sometimes They Come Bark.
No. No that couldn't be. Old Yeller had been dead when they buried him in the woods. He was sure of it. Dead from a shotgun blast to the head. Oh Jesus. Oh God no!
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