i know whose side i'm on

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I just don't buy that they're evil, no matter what action movies tell me. (Thanks to Suzanne for posting this.)

Comments

Tracy Lynn said…
WORLDWIDE PONY OCCUPATION. Dude.
May 14, 2009 at 11:12 AM
Laura and the family said…
I CAN'T believe they are showing this like that!
May 14, 2009 at 8:47 PM
Cheryl said…
I think they will be benevolent dictators.
May 16, 2009 at 9:39 AM
Jesi said…
check this out:

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=26278024

sweet, huh?
June 15, 2009 at 2:21 PM
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