Philosophers of the crock of gold
'Perfection is finality; finality is death. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.' **He was complaining to his wife about his porridge.
She hit him on the head.
posted by Tilted @ 11:59 pm
Monday, February 06, 2006
*He was complaining to his wife about his porridge.
She hit him on the head.
Quite.
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