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I agree blogagog, that is such a weenie thing to do. It is brilliant how you caught him! |
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Well, I didn't actually do anything. I'm just reporting the work that others did. Thanks for the kind comments though! |
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Don't sell yourself short, blogagog! This post was sheer genius! |
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I heard that blogagog was not only smart, but extremely good looking. He sounds like quite a catch. |
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Trust me, he's probably one of the 5 best looking guys in America. I was in a car accident and he saved my life by lifting the car off of my crushed body all by himself! |
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According to my website, blogagog gives millions of dollars to the poor too. I bet almost everyone agrees that he's great. |
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Ok, now I'm starting to blush. |
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Wouldn't it be more fun to argue with yourself? I mean...if you were ever to do such a thing...not to suggest that you ever have... |
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LOLOL - I'll be laughing well into the night on this one, blogagog |
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Darn, what gave me away? It was the millions in donations, right? The rest of it seemed pretty believable. I KNEW I should have went with 'hundreds of thousands' |
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Yea I hear Angel from WomanHonorThyself is the most brilliant, witty, incredulous female in the entire political blog world..signed, er....Angel, Suzie, Martha, Jane, Tommy, Bob...etc etc..LOL...great postttttt! |
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This is Glenn disguised as a firebird. |
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I can vouch for Angel and Phoenix as being stunningly beautiful goddesses in their own right, all the while having the brains of geniuses! |
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hahaha...!..manly..but of course!..singin The Village PPle here..Macho macho maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! |
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Blogagog stopped wearing leather pants and constuction hats many weeks ago. He requests that you respect his privacy, Angel. |
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Yeah. But me 'n Angel know you sleep in that Indian headdress. An them moccasins. An use your loin cloth as a beer mop. |
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Why do you have Charlottesville, VA ads up? I live there. I might buy a house. Or a Teepee. |
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The Indian headdress, much like the women's underwear, is purely a 'comfort' thing |
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Oh. Good. I thought I might live in the apartment above you. It might have been a little awkward when I do my obsidian auguries with hamsters. They scream a little. I mean, you might come up and knock on my door and ask if I'm sacrificing rodents, and I'd know with my all-goddess-Aztec knowing that you are Kevin who I was thinking lived only in virtual delight and plentiful fruit offerings. I would feel an obligation to offer you a rodent-entrail reading in exchange for you not telling. |
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