Friday October 26. From Summer into Winter.

Written by Jack van Ommen on October 26th, 2012

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My bruised ribs are slowly healing and I can tolerate a good laugh again.

 

 

2 Comments so far ↓

  1. mark clouse says:

    what about moving the Nazi flags to the top? I think that would provoke me.

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