actually has extra special meaning when you're BALD at CHRISTMAS. Of course, if you're as hairy as ever and blackish and glossy to boot, you probably don't care. In other news, 7-foot blooming rose bush on Christmas. For those of you trying to figure out where we're writing from, you can rule out Chicago. In other news, is it fair to have to work a double shift as watch-creature of a fiery hot furnace with no perks or appreciation or gravy (used literally and figuratively)? I ask you!!!
PS Vromyar is no more. He tore his doorbell out of the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the plaster and our hearts. His last act as a resident of the building was dramatic, as befits him. It might be just a coincidence, but ya don't see so many dead cucas around these days.
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POR FIN! The masses have been waiting for news from the Perch.
I did not realize that you, Sir L.B., was as much of a fan of gravy as your older brother.
Now that Vromyar is gone, whatever will you blog about? hahahahaha...
oops that is "were" not "was" sorry, just woke up.
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