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Right, you've got exactly fifteen seconds to bring me my supermodels back!

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Nathalie H.D. said…
Happy new year to you and the younger crowd. Cheers from the other side of the world where it's still 2009 !
:-)
Roddy said…
Happy New Year Kris, Jen Henry and Ezra. Let me be the first for 2010.
Only three more sleeps. Unless you are the kids.
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable! This the phrase I have used most in 2009... hope to continue the tradition in 2010 as well

My Wish for You in 2010

May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!
May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy
May the problems you had, forget your home address!
In simple words ............
May 2010 be the best year of your life!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, if they make it...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he has been annoying today.
Roddy said…
They had better make it, as I am over excited. I can hardly wait to see my grandchildren away from their environment. I hope they like my world.

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