Try not to get shot at a parade.
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ReplyDeleteBut Happy Mawdee Graw, tuh you too, dawlin.
Yeah, what's with all the crazy shooting going on down there? It's like Chicago!
ReplyDeleteAnd by "Chicago", I mean the musical.
hon, dey jus selbratin.
ReplyDeleteJason, I expect lurid details on your blog. Lurid.
We managed to survive another one. Well, almost all of us.
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