Oh, dear…

Via W, this bit of morning inspiration

I am indeed inspired. To do what, exactly, I’m not sure. Projectile vomiting, perhaps…

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One Response to Oh, dear…

  1. C.M. says:

    What no blue birds to sing him softly awake? No mice to darn him a Armani suit? Opps, my bad, wrong fictional character.

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