Tuesday, October 09, 2012


Cousin Harry ("Horny Harry") was, well, a horn dog. His endowments were considerable, but in terms of smarts Grandma used to say, "That boy's brains might as well be just painted on." Quite a turn of phrase, that Grandma, don't you think? Alas, fitting in Harry's case. No complaints otherwise, though.

Horn dog / Hound Dog . . .



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