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December
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- Don't Mess With Mother Nature
- From an E-Mail
- Woooooooooooooo-woooo-wooooo!
- There's an Ad for That
- Survival of the Fittest
- And We Have a Winner
- Quick and Dirty
- Kid Clobbered, Toy Updated
- Don't Panic
- If Time Could Do It Right
- Make Mine Freedom
- The Flag Draped Coffin
- Why Dogs Are the Best Pets
- Merry Christmas Everyone
- Xk-har-cd
- TV Can Drive You Nutzo
- Pinnacle Reached
- Merry Christmas
- Uninvited Guest
- Run Child, Run
- Game Over
- Tolerance
- Old Joke
- Fist Bump of Death
- Timon and Pumbaa
- Snow
- If You're Snowed in Anyway
- Votes Bought
- Jack Bauer Interrogates Santa
- Snow Accomplished
- Obama in Copenhagen
- Headlines Only
- O-bow-ma, Har!
- Franken Still Funny, but Not Funny Ha-Ha
- Raw Power
- Save Us Al Gore
- Protest
- Simon's Cat
- Lies Lies Lies
- Prison, Here I Come
- Bridge Building
- The First Handyman
- Accountability
- Faster Daddy Faster
- Pay Extra
- Knock It Off Kid
- Or Not
- Exam Answers
- I'll Save You
- From an E-Mail
- Good Advice
- Some Days You Eats the Bear
- So Happy We're Loved Around the World Now
- Children Fearing Santageddon
- More Sorry from Copenhagen
- Dadada
- Found times Four
- Photofiddle
- The Elite Shall Lead Us
- Ad Campaign
- You Knew it Had to Happen
- Time-Space
- A Little Music
- Global Warming Starvation Causes Betta Fish to Eat...
- Good Use of Your Time
- North Best!
- Three Words That Could Change the World
- Doggie Woggels
- Vladimir Putin
- Al Gore Writes Poetry
- One Problem Solved
- Pet Food
- Mr Beasley's First Snow
- I'm Pretty Sure this is a True Story
- Generally, I leave conspiracy theories to the like...
- And By the Way
- Modern President
- Craig Signs
- I was Born in a Crossfire Hurricane
- Try It
- Canadian Story
- Misc.
- Almost Got it Right
- Troop Commitment
- Computer Utopia This Time
- Question for ya
- Take That!
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December
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About Me
- lumberjack
- [in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under] Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright? "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you? Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together. "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks? Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers. "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!
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