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10/28/2005 09:30:00 PM
Being responsible for the choices that define the path of another life can be quite a lot of pressure for a couple of punk kids. Thankfully, I've got a good little sausage helping me out.

Rainy days bring hungry cats, hungry cats on rations so they don't overpopulate. Things are tough all around. The Idog looked hungry and pitiful so I am feeding him Dead Kennedys.

I saw this guy has been creeping around in my yard, lurking for children and small creatures to feed on. It was a Hallowe'en decoration I made last year that came to life and escaped the confines of the shed and released it's own brand of depraved evil on the neighbourhood.

Who would thought an old baby doll from value village and a wicked paint job could cause such havoc