Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Friday, March 24, 2006

Tucows? No LOTSA cows!!!! muahahahaha ( evil laughter)
See now this happens when you have a bored hand , a fineliner and an imagination that won't stop conjuring up things.

These are 3 of the cows in my little black book. (when you open the picture, click on the magnifying glass otherwise it looks a bit distorted) And yes, I know I have a skew handwriting. But I love it.

Anni
22:18
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