Tuesday, October 09, 2007

What's my excuse?

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Arelcao Akleos said...

Bah, all he had to contend with was the looming shadows of death camps and being adrift with a feral pack of children at the End of All Things. Anyone can flourish with a Grand Adventure under his belt.
You, however, were fed into the soul killing machine that is College Station, where the football players are "Purdy like Ned", and the gals are really, really into their horsies.
You, JJ, have known Hell in a way he cannot begin to imagine.

10/11/2007 11:42 PM

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