Posted by: Chris Clarke
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August 29, 2007
R.I.P., John O’Neill
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By: Theriomorph
on August 30, 2007
at 12:34 AM
What a heartbreaking story. If God is, indeed, a non-coincidental anagram for Dog, he should be richly rewarded.
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By: Victoria Marinelli
on August 30, 2007
at 01:19 AM
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
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By: Rob G
on August 30, 2007
at 08:52 AM
Oh. Oh my.
That’s beautiful and sad and wonderful and awful all at the same time.
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By: Ancrene Wiseass
on August 30, 2007
at 06:00 PM
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
Yes.
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By: Charles
on August 30, 2007
at 07:41 PM
When I lived in Brooklyn, I used to have waking nightmares about what I would do with my dogs if some kind of disaster struck. [That is, if I were home. I fortunately didn’t picture being at work when a big chunk of lower Manhattan was demolished, which would have been the case had I not moved south a year earlier.]
The only way I could alleviate this anxiety was to rehearse—and I mean, physically—how I would get myself and two squirrelly dogs out of my apartment and to safety. All involved somehow bundling up the dogs and grabbing their leashes, to be attached when it was safe to let them walk for themselves. I realized once I’d never so much as thought about putting on my own shoes.
What this guy did makes perfect sense to me.
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By: perg
on September 1, 2007
at 05:05 PM
