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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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So last night, it's hot as the hubs of hell up in our bedroom. When I took the hound out late last night, it was dark, still, cloudless, and an inch from frost.
I opened up the bedroom window for an hour or two just to cool it down. I couldn't sleep cause stupid the dog hurt my back and I couldn't find a comfortable position. So I get a blanket, wrap it around me, and hit the floor. Finally, I fall asleep. An hour later I woke up froze solid, teeth chattering, and wondered what the heck I was thinking in the first place. ![]()
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Cigar Smokin' Patriot
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The chill Scott begins to feel Tells of things to come. Haiku!
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Admiral Douchebag
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Thanks Dave, Julian, James, Kelly, Peter, Gerry, Dave, Mo, Frank, Týr and Mr. Mark! ![]() |
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