mr. fleegan had to go to some computer place for something (it’s the place FA used to work for) and the fella working there looked at mr. fleegan and asked, “hey, aren’t you part of that group that calls themselves the fleegans?”
*GASP* we’ve been made!
ABORT! ABORT! THIS INTERNET WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN 30 SECONDS. BITE YOUR CYANIDE PILLS NOW.
we’re assuming (uh oh) that he recognized mr. fleegan from laura’s site because i don’t really post many pictures… of humans. mostly just pictures of Roxy.
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c’mon a my house tomorrow night for some World Series and birthday fun. i’ll say the party starts at 6pm.
i say sausage you say balls!
sausage!
sausage!
Tags: birthday, mr. fleegan
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Happy Birthday, Jamoo!
happy burpday. balls.
HAPPY BIRFDAY!!!! While you walk through this great game of baseball we call life, may all your days be no hitters. 🙂
happy burfday Jamie.
The Yankees don’t really suck all that badly.
(I had to be nice and that was the best I could do)
thanks you guys!
Tara – you goof.
Eric – perhaps they don’t suck too bad, but they suck just enough to blow it.
Yeah, I missed the boat yesterday – so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, the next day…