portable disco or telltale heart?
Although I'm so obviously my own bright little star in the universe, the Hopkins Minion outpost graciously provided the outward proof of my own inner snazziness. Ironically, I didn't need much to get people to glance my way in admiration, but it's lovely to know that I can now have a private disco soiree with ease. As the old saw goes: the party begins when I arrive.
posted by ambrose g. millard at 8:39 AM
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I was told that the life of Ambros existed. But I must confess I did not believe. Doubt haunted me. Now I see the error of my ways. I have entered the site like the hand of Thomas entered the sacred wound, and I am humbled...
Welcome, Anon, to the promised land, but where is your homage? Even pilgrims bereft of worldly possessions must sacrifice a portion of their time to show their humility. As a heads-up, I prefer bacon-flavored treats.
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