God speed, gentle soul.
I'm gonna go listen to Bright Eyes a few thousand times and maybe throw up a little.
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About Me
- The Taco Prophet
- I was Janet Jackson's left boob until they outsourced the job to India.
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September
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- The Good, The Bad, and the Owie
- Why does tequila smell better at night?
- How they find me
- Closing the chapter
- Diabetic cat is no more.
- I have the best friends ever.
- The Further Adventures of Diabetic Cat
- Taco has a flashback
- There are zombies headed straight for my house
- He's insulting people at an eighth grade level.
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September
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5 comments:
I am truly sorry, my friend. My animals mean so much to me, too. I'd give you a hug and let you cry on my shoulder if I was there.
I am very sorry for you. I've had my cat for 4 weeks and I already love her. My family have had cats put down before. I feel your pain. My condolences to you and your family.
Sorry to hear that, dude.
And here comes life again with the kicking. My heartfelt condolences.
Really sorry to hear that.
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