It's hard to be an orphan in Austin. Often we think to ourselves, where's my mom, where's my dad? Usually the answer is prison, so our souls dry up a little bit more.
But!!! We may not have our parents, but we have each other. Pour a little wine on it. Put in some hor'dourves in there.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
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