Finding Angkor...continued..

By Michelle Ferguson -
The 2nd installment of our "Finding Angkor" documentary.

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Mrs. Nikki Blockhan said…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...You guys are seriously so stinkin FUNNY!!
October 17, 2008 at 10:37 AM
Unknown said…
Kitty! He can replace Jack! Phew, one gift down.
October 20, 2008 at 3:42 AM
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