Wednesday, June 12, 2013

"Those Uppity Little Girls..."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling RAWHIDE!

Leaving aside the usual creepy-bad cheesecake, and the traditional dog whistles--we are witnessing one of those rare moments where Muir's characters seem to realize just how ridiculous their universe is.  Of course, they never reach a full realization--but some awareness of the utter silliness by which their lives function seeps in...

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