Photo: Noonturnal animal. A possum chews into a loaf of bread when our backs are turned. Someone forgot to tell him possums shouldn't be out and about at midday.
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The adventures of the (lazy, alcoholic, teeny tiny) travelling bear
Aaargh me maties, Little Red Dave is a proud Pastafarian blog
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- We're a group of geographically dispersed Aussie girls who love books and wanted to create a book club that didn't require us to be in the same city. Or state. Or country even. Then we thought, hey maybe we might want to discuss other stuff too.
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through with the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet you act as if there were some sort of rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
"Yes. But people have got to believe that or what's the point."
My point exactly.
– Death talking to Susan, Hogfather
"Yes. But people have got to believe that or what's the point."
My point exactly.
– Death talking to Susan, Hogfather
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