One Cʘsmos: President Snowball: Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad

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Monday, September 03, 2012

President Snowball: Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad

(PeoplesCube didn't build that.)

7 Comments:

Gagdad Bob said...: Obama is better at everything than anyone. Except for for being president, in which case Romney is worse.; 9/04/2012 07:23:00 AM
julie said...: Good grief. If he weren't the President, he would simply be an object of ridicule. Kind of like William, except that (presumably) our little troll occasionally wins a race purely on his own merits.

I'm beginning to think your observation this weekend about the Mayan calendar is likely to be rather accurate...; 9/04/2012 08:04:00 AM
Gagdad Bob said...: Hey, congratulations on popping the new Cork!; 9/04/2012 09:44:00 AM
julie said...: :D

Thanks!; 9/04/2012 10:51:00 AM
Gagdad Bob said...: Don't worry, two will be easier than one, once they can play or fight together...; 9/04/2012 11:06:00 AM
julie said...: Yes, I'm looking forward to the day when Liam can ask his sister to chase him around the room instead of me. He's relentless :); 9/04/2012 11:44:00 AM
Van Harvey said...: Oh they missed an opportunity with the ECOTUS logo - should have had 57 stars.; 9/05/2012 08:08:00 AM

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