Cosmo and I rode in the imaginatively rendered fishing creel.
"I'm sorry, son, but Daddy doesn't know how to fish."
Felix tries to put the water from the river on the riverbank.
Smoke, smoke, smoke...*cough, cough*...smoke.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Montana in August, Part 2
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