tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post6023785132406470548..comments2008-05-12T05:05:54.164-06:00Mrs. Angela Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305941693501795507noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-44665213193434515762008-05-12T05:05:00.000-06:002008-05-12T05:05:00.000-06:00Yeah, happy Mother's Day. I accidentally killed my mom by stabbing her in the heart with a pair of scissors. <BR/><BR/>No wait, that was Sylar.<BR/><BR/>Never mind...Agent Hansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625769285868277258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-75389158336745717552008-05-11T23:47:00.000-06:002008-05-11T23:47:00.000-06:00Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Petrelli! Your sons should be ashamed of themselves.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-5672829295221472772008-05-11T23:46:00.000-06:002008-05-11T23:46:00.000-06:00Maybe you could Haitian out some of those bad memories they have of you supposedly throwing them under the bus. It works wonders on Claire. I can't wait for Father's Day!Mr. Bennethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-63758399268205378942008-05-10T20:07:00.000-06:002008-05-10T20:07:00.000-06:00It's okay, Mrs. P. My mom's a robot who's addicted to valium and VH1. I fly away from her as much as possible.Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183103128403640972noreply@blogger.com