p.s. I asked my dad what was up with the deer feet and he said he was "drying them out". Obviously.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Can't Sleep...
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afraid,
Hal,
life up North
As I lay here in my bed, scared of the dark, without my 8-year-old nephew Murphy to protect me, my imagination runs wild. I'm pretty sure that the raccoon I shot is conspiring with the two bass I caught yesterday, and they are all under my bed, plotting to exact their bloody revenge. Did I lock the front door? Because I'm also pretty sure that a few feetless deer, a squirrel and some crows from dad's garage fridge collection would be happy to join in. I gotta get out of here.
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There's a great invention called a nightlight and I'm so glad I didn't know about the deer feet/squirrels/crows when I was there. I wouldn't have been able to sleep either. Love, Jacqui
wow. you are a freak! but in a good way like i wana be friends.
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