There’s always something to howl about

Prague Spring in Realtorville…?

A. It could happen.

B. Whoda thunkit?

I’m dumbstruck: When all you have are fangs, everything looks like an artery.

Sweet dreams, Poohbahs.

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    1. Teri Lussier April 17th, 2011 8:25 am

      >Sweet dreams, Poohbahs.

      Now that’s just funny.