Corollary to that, why does the dog think that the moment I sit on the toilet is the ideal moment for me to play catch with her?
Privacy, a thing of the past.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Late, lamented privacy
Corollary to that, why does the dog think that the moment I sit on the toilet is the ideal moment for me to play catch with her?
Privacy, a thing of the past.
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