Good Dog Roll Over But Do Not Play Dead
Saturday, March 12, 2011
today i saw my dead father. but he wasn't really dead.
I saw my dead father today. He was in the living room. They were keeping him fresh--Lazy Boy and all!-- in a huge body bag that they had fashioned out of thousands of plastic sandwich bags.
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