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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:
Bwa?
Sack something?
Why do you want hoag to sack something? Are you trying to fire hoag? Or do you want him to fire someone?
Sick same thong...?
Oh dear, I don't even want to SPECULATE on that one.
suck something
ewww
Hogie sucks your thing?? I had not idea just how close friends you were!
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