It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Little Wesley thought Australia was pretty nifty. He spent more than five hours trying to get the hang of how one says "marsupial"; as a fun cosmic joke, the wallaby made sure he passed through the digestive system of one.
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Arg, Wesley hates wallabies and makes a quite nice marsupial special. Hardie har har Hardies now serves Weslies! Humadah, humadah, humadah, yum-yum-eat-um-up!
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Arg, Wesley hates wallabies and makes a quite nice marsupial special. Hardie har har Hardies now serves Weslies! Humadah, humadah, humadah, yum-yum-eat-um-up!
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