Seven Deadly Sins Haven't Killed Me Yet
Petulant likes to call himself a confirmed cynic, but might actually see some hope in the world if there is sufficient Champagne.
Comment moderation is my wont. If I'm in front of the computer, they might appear instantly. Just make it relevant.
I’m going to be haunted by the phrase “fecal transplant.”
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Pavel Tchelitchew: Hide and Seek (1941)