Friday, January 29, 2010
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- Name: Hobbes
- Location: Hobbesywood, Stuffed Animal Planet
I used to be married to an awful bear-woman. Now I am divorced. I read a lot and give money to the poor.
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4 Comments:
Family portrait special at Hal's Club, only 66,666 Quatloos for the full package through February!
Oh, I'm sure the baby is very charismatic. They always are.
It sounds strange, but I actually cry when I watch the science fiction tv series called Caprica on SyFy. These two girls remind me of the two girls in the series that grow up togeher and one is killed, and the father puts the data from her brain in a robot which then calls her friend on a cell phone at the end of last Friday's episode. It sounds ridiculous to describe it, but it is actually quite dramatic for science fiction. I wonder how Hobbes Jr. will act if something happened to his little doll baby.
It's so kind of you to let us know, Mr. Itosis, I'm sure!
They are positively the dearest little things, aren't they, Mr. Doug?
It is not at all strange to me, Mr. Tom and Miss Icy, bless your soft hearts, but perish the thought that anything should happen to my dear sweet sister's only child!
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