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RIP.

For all you regulars, the eagle has died. And the chimes are silenced. They won't be coming back, so don't ask.


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Oooh good now I won't have to remember to turn off the volume if I'm sneaking a peek during work!

Boo! Hiss! The eagle sometimes scared me, but the harp made me feel like something magical was happening, like in Bewitched. Goodbye cool gay harp noise...snif. :(

My cat liked the eagle. He'd always come running. Poor thing will miss the exercise.

now i won't shit my pants anymore at 2am when i forget that my speakers are turned up all the way...

I CAN'T BREATHE.

Also, can you teach me how to do that? I want to fix my place up to where every image rollover plays my fake orgasm.

It's just as well . . . I keep teasing one of my cats with the eagle sound. She'd be climbing all over my computer and I'd sneak over to your site and wave my magic mouse. She kept looking all over and around (even tried under) the computer but never could find that danged bird . . . I guess there's always animalspirits.com . . .

wow, if people don't know what you are talking about, this post sounds really obscure and poetic...



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