"Yep, that's it alright, that's the saw I used to amputate Old Man Burns' leg when it got trapped under that felled elm tree. We thought he was gonna be a goner when the gangrene set in. He settled for a touch of tetanus instead, the brave man. We buried him near that tree, you know."
Friday, September 19, 2008
Remembering That Fateful Day
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