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For your appreciation... inspired by the last post... Nat's husband...

APPRECIATE HIM!

Comments

lilmammal said…
He's delightful.
May 25, 2006 8:54 am
Jason said…
Looks like Mr.Surette.
May 25, 2006 9:12 am
Anonymous said…
I don't do men with the arm drawings. It cuts down on the number of children I have to count that he had with former women.
May 25, 2006 10:54 am
Miss Thistle said…
Consider him appreciated.
May 25, 2006 1:02 pm
The Persian said…
interesting, I'd rather appreciate you is that ok? :)
May 25, 2006 3:41 pm
Timmy said…
awwww to persian guy! how sweet!

btw, I havent bought the album (chicks) yet, is it really all good? or should i just buy a few songs? why dont you burn it and mail it to me?!?!

thanks Madame!
May 25, 2006 3:49 pm
Timmy said…
by the way, on your links....i am not a "meeting pro" it stands for something else "mortgage", but dont tell anyone, people hate mortgage brokers.
May 25, 2006 3:49 pm
madamerouge said…
Arm bands/drawings be damned... he was a football jock (until a bad accident ended his sports career). THAT'S ALL I NEED TO KNOW! (If he played football, he wore a jockstrap. OH YES!)

pg: [giggles]

tim: support our Chicks! I think it's worth a purchase... especially if you're already a fan.
May 25, 2006 5:15 pm
teh l4m3 said…
Strut, Pout, Put It OUT!
May 25, 2006 9:23 pm
Anonymous said…
totally dig him too!
May 26, 2006 11:08 am
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