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I ran over a cat on my way home from The Varsity Club. It was an orange striped tabby. I was driving fifty miles an hour. It was dark. I was focusing on an oncoming fire engine. I only had enough time to clench my teeth and hear and feel the "thunk".
I did not stop. If it was dead, there was nothing I could do. If it was still alive, I...
I didn't stop.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Henry Bergh
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well ya got yer dead cat, and ya got yer dead dog, and on a moonlit night ya got yer dead toad frog.
hope the bar was fun. i didn't quite make it out there. in case you couldn't tell.
Yikes. I wouldn't have stopped either. :(
One down, many more to go.
Don't sweat it to much, Scootman.
oops.
it was probably a stray.
not some poor little girl's pet.
definately a stray.
I have changed my template. Please everyone go see if I'm still crashing browsers.
EWWWWWW.
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