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Saturday, June 14, 2008

Bawk bawk ribbit

A soft, squishy package arrived in the mail yesterday, and I was completely clueless about its contents and origins.

It turned out to be a T-shirt from my sister:

They say I'm A.D.D., but they just don't understand.
Oh, Look! A Chicken!

I'm off to the gym for the first time in two weeks.
Posted by Kamikazee Squirrel at 6:33 AM
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