10 thoughts to “Small Zit”

        1. It happens slowly, a lifetime of death and tragedy. A lifetime of hopes raised and crushed time after time after time again. A lifetime of wasted efforts and missed opportunities. Until one day the dog stares out into a bright new world and finds he still doesn’t give a damn, and as the long, warming rays of the sun beam down on it realises that it is not a dog, it is something less than dog, it was a Hot Dog.


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