tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post5533138174540386318..comments2007-10-17T17:23:42.287-06:00Mr. Bennethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-46308044236511298122007-10-17T17:23:00.000-06:002007-10-17T17:23:00.000-06:00Hire Me. No one would kill you if I look at them so sweet.Mr. Muggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06057864165742250089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-30900498784040372322007-10-16T08:57:00.000-06:002007-10-16T08:57:00.000-06:00Mama Petrelli needs a job. I don't think she heals but she is<BR/>very scary. No one will go near you when Mama is around.Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-11702783771736156952007-10-15T17:33:00.000-06:002007-10-15T17:33:00.000-06:00OMG A NISSAN??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-21618323816088484582007-10-15T11:56:00.000-06:002007-10-15T11:56:00.000-06:00It's not really healing, but I could kill you and have my brother bring you back. Does that help? All you have to do is harass me until I go into panic mode. <BR/><BR/>All I need is a trip out of Mexico... And food... Already got a Nissan, thanks.Maya Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797093346876863750noreply@blogger.com