| You like me because I'm a scoundrel;
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I am a one man wrecking machine.
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| I just found out that my first and longest surviving goat, Theodore, died last night. Even though I knew this was not far off, it's hitting me a little harder than I anticipated. He was definitely getting older and having a harder time with life - no young kid anymore. Still, last I'd seen him, he was doing much better and being rather active, so I can only hope that he enjoyed the last few weeks of his life. He always had such a quirky and strong personality that he was as much of a friend and companion as that which other people find in a dog or even another person. Still, he had a good, and very long, life, so I suppose he's better off now that he's not gimping around his pen on three good legs.
I guess all this is to say farewell to the original Lucky Chivo. I'll miss you, Theo.
Take me under, Undertaker - take me home.
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| Mistakes aren't always regrets.
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| Off to the War of the Lilies, to sing in the key of Battle!
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