Random thoughts from a largely-useless man.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
OLD IRON GUT. Grandpa was throwing up Sunday, sick enough that he did not go to church. However, by Sunday night he was snarfing down pizza like a dog after a biscuit.
2 comments:
well...I guess that means that the rest of us old sickos can't draw out our lingering illnesses, huh?
Seriously. The man's stomach should have a monument dedicated to it.
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