Stalker

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I thought this was funny. Be patient and watch it all the way through.



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Onion a Day said…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
September 26, 2008 at 10:43 PM
Laurie Stark said…
OH.
MY.
GOD.

That made me laugh so hard, I had tears in my eyes. Amazing!
September 26, 2008 at 10:52 PM
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