He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver.
And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Don't be alarmed if after a bout of drinking one night you wake up from being drugged, strapped to a chair as I am walking up to you with a pair of lineman's pliers in my hands.
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