Monthly Archives: April 2014

Goodbye, horses.

Our new downstairs neighbor is just about as obsessed with farming Monarch butterflies as Jame Gumb was with Death’s Head moths.

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I’m starting to wonder if she’s got a fat girl in a well down there.

Spring, sprang, sprung.

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Spring, the sweet spring, when pollen is the king.
Of my itchy nose and watery eyes.
I would tell you how awesome springtime is…if I could breathe or talk.