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queres ser vos el del comentario mil?

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falta un comentario para los mil al blog
el proximo que escriba, va a ser el numero 1000, en este humilde lugar, asi que ya sabes, si queres ser parte de la historia de este blog, metele chango metele
seguramente al menos un tercio sean mios, respuestas a los que dejaron los amigos, es lo de menos, eso quiere decir que en este blog, todavia hay vida, y de que lo estamos haciendo mas o menos bien, que vamos por el camino correcto
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si queres agregar el widget con el contador de post y comentarios, pasa por el escaparate de rosa
 ...no te olvides de...
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LA SEÑA!!!
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edit: el comentario mil lo dejo eva row en el post que publique ayer =), gracias eva, mil gracias a todos los que pasaron por aqui
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  1. walter besuzzo20 abr 2009, 11:37:00 a.m.

    QUE ME GANE ' soy el comentario 1000
    saludos y felicitaciones poly

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  2. walter besuzzo20 abr 2009, 11:38:00 a.m.

    ma cagaron

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  3. walter besuzzo20 abr 2009, 11:39:00 a.m.

    encima soy 1001,1002,1003,1004

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  4. Hector Salto20 abr 2009, 11:40:00 a.m.

    pero te cago eva, asi que hacele cuenta que te llovieron rosas walter
    un abrazo
    por un rato pense en escribir un post como el de los 10000 visitantes de ezequiel, pero iba a ser interminable la lista de agradecimientos

    gracias walter, un abrazo!

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