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Bryan G. said…
I don't know why, but I've been captivated by this Rob Ford story, most recent one from what I'm gathering. It seems like the guy really just should resign...but of course, we know he won't. :(
nonamedufus said…
Imagine blaming the fact he smoked crack on being in one of his drunken stupors. What an idiot. I feel sorry for the residents of Toronto.
Debra She Who Seeks said…
Stephen Harper's Christmas card list made me laugh out loud -- brilliant!
nonamedufus said…
Our American friends may not appreciate it as much as we do. I loved it too.
meleahrebeccah said…
Totally hilarious, "Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!"
meleahrebeccah said…
what ---- a crack head!
nonamedufus said…
yeah, that's a good one.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, he's a piece of work.
meleahrebeccah said…
I feel like the whole world has gone mad lately. Yes?
madmadmargo said…
Ahahahahaha! Funny, funny stuff!
nonamedufus said…
I know what you mean, meleah.
Very funny! But the first one was the best and the most touching. Me likey. A lot. :)
nonamedufus said…
It's the the of year again, isn't it Quirks, we we remember.
Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it... ha ha!!! The Obama cartoon is pretty darn good too... I really enjoyed these!
nonamedufus said…
I think my favourite was the Redskin scalper.

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