I have a cold. Sniff. And I feel very sorry for Pluto (link via Idiosyncratic Mind). Is it wrong to apply totally random human emotions on a ball of floating gassy ice (if that’s even what it’s made out of)?
Busting out bad joints all over the place
I have a cold. Sniff. And I feel very sorry for Pluto (link via Idiosyncratic Mind). Is it wrong to apply totally random human emotions on a ball of floating gassy ice (if that’s even what it’s made out of)?
I kept thinking ‘poor Pluto’ all day as well. As a child I would say my prayers at night but my mother had to cut me off when I sincerely started saying ‘God bless the grass and the potato bugs.’
Heather
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