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I'm not drinking the Kool-Aid with Tim Tebow this week...I'm drinking Michael Vick's Kool-Aid. We'll see how that goes...hopefully for you, it goes well. :)
nonamedufus said…
You skeptic, you. If I had him, I'd play him.
quirkyloon said…
HA! The first one: isn't that how ALL sports should be played? heh heh

And the last one... dang. However, my kids seem to have forgotten they NEED TO WEAR A HALO for a few more days. Just a few more. hee hee

Great selection again Dufus! Can always count on you! *smile*
nonamedufus said…
On that last one, we've seen more serious concussion injuries and yet the NHL Commissioner continues to say the league hasn't enough proof that head hits cause brain disease. I mean, c'mon.
meleahrebeccah said…
HA! I like the UFO over Congress.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, that was one of my favourites too, Meleah.

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