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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Scenes from a Pig Roast








Posted by Michael at 10:42 PM
Labels: Carving, From the Pit, M asks Where's Ralph and Jack and Piggy, Obama Pumpkin, Swinging through the Barn Door Just Like in the Movies

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