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September 07, 2009


In all of nature, there is nothing sadder than the forlorn cry of the feral dachshund.

Posted by Cassandra at September 7, 2009 08:06 AM

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Dog singin' the blues. Poor baby. How is Sausage these days?

Posted by: Cricket at September 7, 2009 10:43 AM

Translated from the hundisch: "The low E string is flat-spotted, the A string is sharp, the D string is coming unwound, the high E string is flat, and the G string is chafing me."

Posted by: BillT at September 7, 2009 12:21 PM

Further undertones also reveal that she said, 'You can't sing, either.'

Posted by: Cricket at September 7, 2009 06:33 PM

In order to carry a tune in a bucket, one must have thumbs...

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at September 7, 2009 08:07 PM

Posted by: Grim at September 7, 2009 08:30 PM

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