Archive for January 2nd, 2008

Daily Farmhouse Journal

In my continuing quest for the Pulitzer Prize in investigative journalism, I’ve been rambling around country roads again, climbing over banks and tiptoeing behind empty old houses, unearthing the hidden scandals and secret stories of outhouses…..where in this episode I discover…..

….that love means…..



….never having to go alone.

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