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The Moments That Make You

Monday, January 08, 2007

The day Sister Josetha told me a boy once peed on a painting of the Virgin Mary and he never stopped peeing. What chance does therapy have against that? I'm 44.

Photo: The Peeing Boy Of Brussels by Emmaline

posted by Petey, 11:33 PM

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