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!

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