 pro-choice. Tuesday, March 20, 2007 and so the bird found himself in a quandary...the old barren tree or this man-made variant perched upon a long, thin pole that wavered every so slightly in tune with the cool, late-winter breeze...what to do, what to do? 'it is hard being pro-choice when there is an actual choice to be made,' the bird would have thought, had the bird had a brain capable of such thought...instead--he just kept flying. bird house(s). Diana(Shakey's Pizza clone) Ilford HP5+ Comment (8) | Permalink |
