Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Tagore

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Christmases Past - Oh, The Good Old Days - Cough, Cough, Hack, Bark, Wheeze, Emphysema






  




  

And if the smoking didn't kill you...
 

Merry Christmas!

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