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10 August 2010

Is it wrong that my hero is a redneck gobshite?

Now if only we could link him to Tony Abbott....

Posted by Elena at 3:05 PM

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Labels: Is that burning pants I smell? Because yours seem to be on fire., politics, That Guy, vampire bunnies on the loose

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