This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Jaybird Coleman -- 1927
"It's a four-legged rooster, a knock-kneed hen. They all run together, but they ain't no kin. Gettin' sick and tired of tellin' you to wiggle that thang."
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