Tuesday, August 15, 2006

crionaberry's adventures with crouton

this is a lovely and sweet ongoing series by verbs, so be sure to check her blog for updates. it's just fab.

beware of crouton

crouton revealed

crouton

crouton resurfaces

1 comments:

Lucy said...

My youngest brother had a "crouton". When we were kids my other siblings and I would notice him talking to what appeared to be himself. It was all pretty creepy, we asked him who it was he was speaking to, and he came back matter of factly "I'm talking to Hockey" (like the sport, wtf) He lived under our bathroom vanity and in another life was killed in a jeep accident. This went on for a few years, by the time he was seven or eight Hockey was never heard from again.

 

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