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Remnants of the portentous encounter at Khe Sanh.
Posted by: manual tomato | December 23, 2016 at 02:35 PM
I am really off.
Posted by: manual tomato | December 23, 2016 at 02:39 PM
If the vet caught bird flu, could we say he laid an egg?
Posted by: Le Petomane | December 23, 2016 at 03:07 PM
And here I thought poetry markets were a good thing.
Oh, poultry? Nevermind....
Posted by: funny man | December 23, 2016 at 03:53 PM
I suspect fowl play.
Posted by: Ralph | December 23, 2016 at 05:30 PM
This blog has really taken on a strong anti-cat theme recently.
Dave, I'll leave a small "gift" in your shoe as a token of my thanks.
Posted by: Garfield | December 23, 2016 at 07:39 PM
The bird flew. The vet caught the bird that flew from a cat. The cat was disappointed it missed out on its breakfast.
Posted by: oneblankspace | December 25, 2016 at 12:06 AM