Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Look at me, I'm Hunter Thompson!



Only I've got more hair, no shades or cigarette-holder-held cigarettes.  Anyway.
The details that bring one to holding a Jim Beam and a shotgun while wearing pajama's in a kitchen in Kansas City are for the  meta-physicisists to decided.  Know this: the shells were else where in the house.  

I'll be home tomorrow.

Posted by Amelia Swhizzagers at 6:54 AM

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