Saturday, March 13, 2010

Hair Dryer With Brush Attached

This is a bad bad day

Dusch HELLO, MY FRIEND ...
Cara Dusch,
I knew, yes, I know. Knew how much I regretted not having time to meet you. But I've always considered a friend of mine, because it was your mom to help me find me. And so I always felt for you (and your sister Billa) a particular affection. Tell Dusch, from above, it is. If the sledging dogs can forget the ugliness of the world below, quell'orco Lithuanian threw off a bridge Pipiras the poor, or the fat man on TV that explained how good eating cats, or the poor tuna and penguins and the many animals that are slaughtered for fur ... Tell me Dusch, from up there (in heaven where close to yours, one of the kittens, you'll find another friend of mine, Chico), it is. And if one day we can hug our friends who have welcomed us into their homes for a family. If we can give even a pool, a lick, to our mothers and our fathers are adopted. Tell me Dusch, from above, if the day comes when even the men will understand us the most good, innocent, honest, caring creatures who are in the world. A dock, Dusch, my friend.

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