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7 comments:
Oh my. It's like a little piece of Arkansas. Only most of the rural sculptures around here aren't that classy.
Ha! Had to click to enlarge in order to really appreciate it. Nice.
How... odd.
Hay! Fuck yeah! Reminds me of home.
Hey, that was mean what you wrote about my blog at Roy's place. I don't go around telling people I don't like your blog. You could at least have had the guts to tell me about my pop-up instead of whining about me behind my back.
Anne
I'm sorry, Anne. I thought I was being cute or something and really didn't mean to comment about your blog at all. It was just the popup, which for all I know you had nothing to do with. Bad joke badly done.
Thanks, Don. I didn't know you were joking. Didn't mean to get all bent out of shape.
Anne
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