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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
"Oh, That Wifey!"
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My dog.
9 comments:
No blog till Monday? I want my money back!!
Totally unacceptable. Post a rerun; think of something. Dull dog.
What anonymous said.
Woof.
slacker!
meow
WOOF!
What the hell you trying to fix???? We like it like it is...
He ain't fixing anything, he's just off drinking somewhere. Shhh.
HMMMM fixed..maybe it is code for something else...like we get our cats and dogs "fixed" but they are really not broken....maybe Oprah is gettin fixed....hahahaha
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