93 of 210 : Uncle Jimmy
perpetually smelled of three-day-old Budweiser. I couldn’t tell you what, if anything, he did for a living. A wiry little fellow, he was never without a cigarette or a simple-minded grin (possibly from the Bud, possibly from inbreeding). Inexplicably, he loved my Aunt Peggy, golf, and that God damned malamute.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 12:39 AM
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2 Comments:
Clearly this dog deeply affected you.
Rape is a traumatic event.
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