In the words of an old Irish prayer:
Three wishes I ask of the King when I part from my body: May I have nothing to confess, may I have no enemy, may I own nothing! Three things I ask this day of the King, ruler of suns: May I have no dignity or honours that may lead me into torment! May I not work without reward before Christ! May God take my soul when it is most pure!
Ze Frank Tells Us All About Bats
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You might think it's still early in the year to be posting about bats, but
you know how Halloween creep is. Some people celebrate their creepy side
all y...
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