Woody is my best friend. He is also a stuffed bear. We share a room together in the Mission District of San Francisco, and even though I would let him eat me if we were stranded somewhere, let's face it, sometimes roommates get on each other's nerves. This blog is a list of things that Woody does that I don't like.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
#011
Damnit Woody, those were my Golden Grahams and YOU KNOW IT!
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