The woods round about are full of screaming savages. Intent on murder, they are. Heartless as demons, hungry and howling, they circle the defenses just beyond the tree-line in the eerie half-light. Thick as flies on a carcass. They are the hunter's hounds, and these walls and defenses, are like the refuge a bear might find up a tree. The hunter will follow the hounds. Then what?
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I saw this on craigslist and thought of you, my friend.
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sdo/2370048082.html
Oh, and I think the 2 people who do not like beets should be taken behind Fairway Market and beeted. You know, like stoned, but with beets.
Wow! That's all I can say about that. Wow! I assume Brian is going?
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