Friday, June 15, 2007
I found the grave of Rambo.
Strange enough, it was on a pet cemetery I visited by coincidence.
Even stranger, the grave was in the section for rabbits.
Hell, I used to think that the small cosy rabbits I liked to stroke as a kid were pieceful carrot eaters.
Can it be that my long-eared fluffy friends had a hidden past in Vietnam and liked to fire grenades?
I'm a little bit puzzled at the moment.