"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Be Our Guest. Or Else.
There was nothing enchanted about growing up in that castle-- why didn't anyone get that? To this day, he could still hear that fucking clock's shrill, campy voice screeching, "Well! Somebody's up past their bed-time!"
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