Waste management






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  1. MikeDecember 17, 2006 at 12:48 PM

    This pic. demands some kind of funny comment, and I've been wracking my brain, but nuthin'... "slumming swans", "dumpster-diving duck"...or maybe something bigger about the state of the world... Someone help me out here! It's driving me crazy.

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  2. JeauxDecember 26, 2006 at 10:27 AM

    "So sorry I couldn't attend the brunch. Please accept my egrets."

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  3. MikeDecember 26, 2006 at 10:29 AM

    Joe,
    That made me gaggle... I mean giggle

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  4. JeauxDecember 26, 2006 at 10:30 AM

    Naturally, Mike. You're a Michigander.

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  5. CandaceDecember 26, 2006 at 10:31 AM

    OMG, who would throw away a perfectly good Egret? What a waste. ^_^

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  6. JeauxDecember 26, 2006 at 10:32 AM

    Rich people. They've got egrets to throw at the neighbors.

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  7. GillianJanuary 16, 2007 at 9:32 PM

    OMG, too funny.
    What a sight!

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