In Case You've Been Wondering, and Yes, I'm Completely Shallow...

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Team Craig


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  1. C.M. JacksonJanuary 19, 2010 at 7:57 PM

    count me in--he's smart, funny and scottish--who needs jay and conan? c

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  2. YogaforCynicsJanuary 19, 2010 at 7:59 PM

    I haven't seen much Craig Ferguson, but my 83 year old mother likes him so much that I've taken to referring to him, to her, as "your Scottish boyfriend...."

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  3. smartzJanuary 19, 2010 at 8:45 PM

    Love him. How fun to find him on your blog!

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  4. WinnyNinny PooPooJanuary 19, 2010 at 9:43 PM

    And he uses hand puppets - my kind of guy!

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  5. LydiaJanuary 20, 2010 at 12:27 AM

    Have only seen him a couple times. Liked him. He would be so pleased to know that you have begun "Team Craig." :)

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  6. UnknownJanuary 20, 2010 at 7:21 AM

    Well....duh! we are all shallow for a fellow from Great Britain...thus Davy Jones, Paul, John, George, Ringo, Herman's Hermits,....I could go on and on....but won't...smiles.

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  7. RudeeJanuary 20, 2010 at 8:35 AM

    Yes, I'm hanging out in the shallow end of the pool, too.

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  8. Annie CoeJanuary 20, 2010 at 5:58 PM

    I will join that team :-).

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  9. citykinJanuary 21, 2010 at 7:17 AM

    I'd rather watch Craig than David any night.

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