No One Sleeps Naked in This House
The continuing story of a quack, who's gone to the dogs
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I just found this on a twitter feed and loved it so much I had to put it somewhere
When a person dies and no one will miss them, the mourning is assigned to a random human. This is why you sometimes just feel sad.
Ok-carry on.
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