Dear Moon,

Dear Moon having a rare, once every half-millennium solstice eclipse this a.m.,

Where the eff are you?


An idiot who got up very, very early and has been wandering the streets for the last 45 minutes.

Author: Stephen Whitworth

Prairie Dog editor Stephen Whitworth was carried to Regina in a swarm of bees. He's been with Prairie Dog since May 1999 and will die at his keyboard before admitting his career a terrible, terrible mistake.

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