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Anonymous said…
ha! Everytime I've read about Wikileaks I always think about peeing. So it was especially funny to see Uncle Sam in a puddle of his own wikileak! hee hee

And Dufus? The positioning of the comment box is right next to dufustemp which reads -6c.

Eeeeeeek!

It's 43 degrees farenheit here.

Eeeek!
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Oh, yeah, it's friggin' cold here. Just getting set to go for a walk with the wife before the football starts. I'm getting all bundled up. And if I have a wikileak while I'm outside I'm certain it'll freeze!
Ziva said…
Sarahpalinella, that's hilarious!
00dozo said…
According to Wikileaks, I guess Sarah Palin wasn't completely wrong when she "accidentally"(?) mixed up North Korea with South Korea. Hmmmm...

Ha! "Bag checks" - I think the TSA thing will eventually peter out - heh, heh - but I got this in the 'mail' the other day (it's quite funny):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a8jGVXOMsw
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: I thought that cartoon was particularly clever...and funny.
nonamedufus said…
I loved that video. I shared it on my Facebook page. Peter out? hahahahaha
00dozo said…
Hey, I have my moments.

;-)
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Heh, heh, yeah and that one was priceless.

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