so i'm cleaning up the mess and i hear him up on a shelf in a tote. i open up the door and give him a little scare and hope he makes a hasty retreat. no go. my wife is freaking out. he's had his chance, now it's on. i go at him w/ a 2 by 4. well he aint dead but he sure knows he's been in a fight. he's gone and the basement looks like a bomb went off.
They broke into the Cape House one winter. Every thing that could be knocked on the floor was on the floor. They opened a can of yellow paint and tracked that over all the furniture and bedspreads. And as a final insult ate the ex-lax in the medicine cabinet and hosed the place....
He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty, he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself.
Thomas Paine
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