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.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Mr. Felter. You're right. It made no sense whatsoever. To you. Everybody else, however, got the idea that I think I'm better then everybody because of my status.
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