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Indigo Roth said…
Nice work, Doof. As ever, you've made me go look stuff up. Wowsers, the Habs injury list looks like the result of a riot. And perhaps it was. Indigo
Let's hope my child doesn't buy me a gun for Mother's Day. (I'd rather have the handcuffs to deal with the kidlets.)
Debra She Who Seeks said…
Great selection! Enjoyed them all.
nonamedufus said…
Now our Senators will take on Sidney Crosbie and the Penguins. I'm not as confident about them in the 2nd round, Indigo.
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Debra. Happy Mother's Day!
Bryan G. said…
My mother's not on social media...so no worries about that. I'll be calling her.


Er, I'm not touching the Benghazi ones...at all.
nonamedufus said…
Wish your mom a happy mother's day for me.
meleahrebeccah said…
AhahHAhHAhHAhAHhAH! I am cracking up over the Mom texting vs calling one!

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