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Monday, August 18, 2008

7:07 PM - Hilarity

The following is a blog post by "Kleinheider" regarding a photo from my dad's Facebook page that made me laugh like a... laughing... laugher.

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An artful rendering of political consultant Bill Fletcher with daughter, Marshall May Fletcher, and son, William Burke Fletcher, III who, apparently, were both just told not to let anyone outside the family know what they are thinking again.

Original photography swiped from Bill Fletcher’s Facebook page. Photoshoppin’ by Wild Billy Givens.



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