tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post7244333664996085581..comments2023-08-20T15:59:58.293+05:00Comments on Dope City Free Press: Three Months Without HerMr. Beer N. Hockeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-86482145404935750162016-06-09T09:11:43.280+05:002016-06-09T09:11:43.280+05:00I am sorry to learn of The hammer's passing. I...I am sorry to learn of The hammer's passing. I hope all is well with you.<br /><br />nazz nomadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-61490286727790181212016-05-12T08:33:42.128+05:002016-05-12T08:33:42.128+05:00Until I die and for a long time afterwards a littl...Until I die and for a long time afterwards a little fur from all my dogs will live on by stubbornly rocking the grooves of my record collection.Mr. Beer N. Hockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-52227277863617635432016-05-11T19:25:09.240+05:002016-05-11T19:25:09.240+05:00Friends out in deepest Beaver Creek lost a dear do...Friends out in deepest Beaver Creek lost a dear dog some time back. Edith gathered a mess of the dog's fur and spun it into wool, from which she made Lothar a set of slippers. Dear Dog lives on.Danneauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16129916194006552602noreply@blogger.com