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6 Comments:

At 8:06 AM,  reneegrrrrrrrr said...

That's funny!!! Is it real or photoshop?

If it's real, how come just minor injuries?

 

At 8:19 AM,  Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

Me? Post something...fake? Moi? I'm shocked, shocked.

The injuries were minor because it was all exaggerated. I just...threw something at Broomy. Nothing big. It didn't miss, though.

 

At 8:31 AM,  none said...

And I see no problem with what you did either - except maybe you were too kind to her . . . . . .


'harhe' - even word verification likes a laugh . . . . . .

 

At 11:18 AM,  Constance said...

Hehe-heh, hehe, oh snicker, hee-hee, you didn't !!!!

 

At 9:32 PM,  Margaret said...

Hire the Mexican landscaper from next door - he'll take better care of you.

Enchilada's man. Enchilada's.

 

At 6:24 AM,  Pavel Chekov said...

She had it coming to her.

 

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