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For every time the phone rings when you call after 11:00 PM . . .




I SHALL KILL YOU!!!
(Seriously, just don't)

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The Megan said…
Well I certainly have no idea who this post could be directed towards, but yay for the super cute Stewie pic... you can never have too much Stewie, that's what I always say (but when I say it, it's never on the telephone, to you, after 11pm... no, never).
8/11/2005 1:39 PM
Anonymous said…
A Laugh for you all

(It will be better if you have your speakers on)

Enjoy your day

Go Here.......

http://www.ipiu.org/images/web/catglobus.swf
8/17/2005 1:22 AM
The Megan said…
Haha that made me almost pee a little... i said ALMOST!!!
8/18/2005 3:41 PM
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