Thoughts From The Peacock Angel

When the snow melts they may find the bodies, but I will be long gone before then.

Thank god it never rains here anymore

Nial and Odessa both killed their first elk before age seven

Listen, you’re twins. You get the same beds, the same toys, the same clothes, the same haircut. It’s only fair. I don’t want you developing sibling rivalry, that’s why I got this damn jeweler’s scale to weigh your portions of gruel. Honestly, Bradley and Bradley, I don’t understand what you have to bicker about.

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Come into my parlor. I am planning to collapse briefly in about half an hour. I hope you don’t mind, it really is a bit of a giggle.

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I was saving my virginity for marriage, but now I guess I’m still saving it for my first extramarital affair

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I made my fortune in a moderately priced seafood restaurant franchise. I loathe fish.

The smell lingers always…

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Burnt offerings

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The sheets stay cold when we make love.

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We keep a little retreat in the Catskills in case the peasantry ever revolts or some sort of plague occurs.