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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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5 comments:
You're more easily amused that I am.
That's almost hard to believe.
Was this the premonition that you had when you listened to Al Roker, looked at the thermometer, went outside this morning, then turned to wifey and said, "Don't be scared honey, but I predict it will be hot today?"
Myrna "The Dubious Doubter" Loy
Nope, it's the premonition that made him go back and edit his post from two days ago...again.
You're right, Rat! Wow...After all this, doesn't it turn into a "postmonition" or a dejavumonition or something?
Myrna "Is This Groundhog Day" Loy
I know how you feel its hard because no one can relate (of your family and friends) and my premonitions are of very very scary and freaky deaths its not like thats so raven its like scary
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