Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Linnea Sterte.

Angine de Poitrine.

I’m sure I’ll find something to be disappointed about in the morning.

In the meanwhile, I’m enjoying this entirely too much. (—This one, on the other hand, is a wee bit too much on the triumphalist side for my delicate sensibilities.)

  1. c baldwin    Nov 8, 12:33 am    #

    Ah, that was lovely. And distressing.

    This also gave me a chuckle:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdAjGXFJw3s


  2. Kevin Moore    Nov 8, 01:04 am    #

    Yes, entirely too much. Infectious even.

    If only there was a party worthy of such passion.


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