Blog: Song, by Toad

Christ, what a fat bastard. It's lunch time and I am still full from last night. And it's all Mrs. Toad's bloody fault. She's away for a week being important in God Bless America and, despite being the least domensticated woman in the universe, she always fears that on these occasions I won't eat well. It's an amazingly uncharacteristic instinct for her, and hence I find it really rather touching. She may have a point, too. I eat just fine, but my diet tends to consist entirely of raw carrots and peppers because [...]

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