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Ruh-Roh

You know you fucked up when one of your former family-friends starts in on you.

Cheers-Thanksalot!

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Tim said…
I think its so GD funny when you drop the F-Bomb on your blog...
The Megan said…
I'm certain that this will all be cleared up once bush's 'committee to place blame' session is wrapped up... then we will know who the REAL culprit was.

Good ole' bush... that guy really is the greatest.

What's that, Mr. President... you say... you say you want to do everything possible to find out what went wrong here... you, you say you're going to d-...

***pfffft***

oh... Mr. President, *what* is that stench?? Did you just let a massive toot... oh wait, that wasn't a toot... that was BULLSHIT!

ps I heard Bush was appointing OJ as his lead man in this 'investigation'. i know i for one will be able to sleep more soundly tonight with this li'l piece of information.



tee hee... totally off topic... but does anyone else try to make actual words out of the 'word verifications' listed below... ironically, today mine loosely translates into 'ass poof'...

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