Monday, October 22, 2012

If wishes were horses, my father would have been trampled into dust

And it's still going on. Bugger, bugger, bugger. The Chattering Monkey is very ill, before I knew this I rather hoped she'd died.

I have a living experiment that proves that just wishing cannot actually kill anyone, no matter how hard one wishes.

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