Journal of Aesthetic Suffering
Steve Revare's Blog
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
At dinner the other night, my son Frank held up his index finger and informed us that it was his finger's birthday. We sang 'Happy Birthday,' but since this birthday was a surprise, we didn't have any cake.
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Annoynymous
2:37 PM
his finger didn't utter somethign that sounded like "Redrum" I hope
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his finger didn't utter somethign that sounded like "Redrum" I hope
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