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June 03, 2009



come to think of it, you could take the goat home and let it loose on all that overgrown grass and save yourself some grief with the mower.


one of our neighbors (well, semi-neighbors) had to pay a fine for keeping farm animals in their back yard. the animals were confiscated too. its totally lame. I want a sheep and some hens but noooooo.


It was a satan goat.

Dionna Gregory

I was thinking the same thing, Arwen. I was picturing a goat with a bomb vest, bleating out threats. Maybe it was a goat zombie. The possibilites are endless.

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