And my Grandma taught me to say nice things 'bout folks, 'specially the ones that couldn't speak up for themselves...
Ted, you were good at drinkin'. RIP.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Ted? Is That You?
Sometimes the internetubuals write my blog posts for me. I thought 'bout titling this one "Irony", but changed my mind at the posting of it 'cause the definition of the word irony didn't really fit the situation. An early morning Googling....
And my Grandma taught me to say nice things 'bout folks, 'specially the ones that couldn't speak up for themselves...
Ted, you were good at drinkin'. RIP.
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And my Grandma taught me to say nice things 'bout folks, 'specially the ones that couldn't speak up for themselves...
Ted, you were good at drinkin'. RIP.
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You're one bad dude, Cowguy.
One bad dude. ;)
Nice. Real Nice.
I knew that brain cancer can really take a toll on a person but criminey! Ted REALLY didn't look like himself at the end.
RIP, Teddy.
In his youth he was also a fair swimmer. But that was a long time ago and his talents there didn't hold a candle to his drinkin' prowess.
RIP, Ted. At last!
Yep Yep...he sure was!
- Jennifer
Mary Jo Kopechne had no comment.
wow, he REALLY looked different at the end!
BusyBee took the words right outta my keboard.
Your grandma taught you well. :)
I guess Ted and Michael shared the same plastic surgeon. I wonder whether they had the same cardiologist too? Kinda makes you wonder a little.
I'm checking Google for the obits every day from now on. ;-)
Bwahahaha!!
Ted should have never had that tenth plastic surgery.
Oh yeah, there's a huge resemblance....
It's funny how once people die you picture them completely different than they actually looked.
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