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October 21, 2009 - 12:52

It's probably just the local advertising, but lately I've been thinking about just how it would feel to own a pistol, with a mother of pearl handle.
I get fixated on word plays as I'm falling asleep, last night: "Paul's Epistle, meet my pistol." Maybe that's not technically a word play, but more of a dirty limerick.
Anyhow, it's just a thought. I probably won't get one (especially since I'm poor right now).
I think Liesel's getting fat from depression.

Or the weird dehydrated fruit in her feed.