Aug 31, 2009 00:06
The next time I go on an away mission, I am not listening to the Captain and staying behind to babysit some ugly dog/cat/unicorn/??? hybrid thing. It smelled like old oatmeal and curdled milk.
Or ass, as some would describe it.
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love,
christine
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