Friday, February 1, 2008

Greetings




Of course, I wouldn't dream of being smug, but this is, you know, my home.

Suck it bitches.
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6 comments:

  1. Miss JaneyFebruary 1, 2008 at 10:54 AM

    Smugness is creeping in Mr. P. But who can blame you?

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  2. mrpeeneeFebruary 1, 2008 at 11:30 AM

    Who, me?

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  3. jasonFebruary 1, 2008 at 2:18 PM

    You live on the bridge?

    nice.

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  4. mrpeeneeFebruary 1, 2008 at 2:48 PM

    You know where I said Happy Mardi Gras? I take it back. Bitch.

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  5. rondaFebruary 2, 2008 at 9:55 AM

    He lives UNDER the bridge, but only when the rat room is rented out. . .

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  6. mrpeeneeFebruary 2, 2008 at 10:18 AM

    o you and jason are asking for it aren't you?

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