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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.
5 comments:
If only Joey Bishop could have lived to see it...
He's watching from The Big Sands Hotel in the sky...
Drinks...check!
Snacks...check!
Big foam finger...check!*
Lucky hat...check!
Cleveland hex kit...check!
I'm all set.
(*I don't really have a big foam finger...it just seemed like something NoOprah might have and I didn't wanna look uncool.)
Does Lamont have a big foam finger?!
Cousin Saul:
It happens to be a congenital deformity, and I'm a little sensitive about it, thank you very much.
Besides, I don't see what all the fuss is about. Baseball season is over.
-- Lamont "We're Number -- What?! Ahhh FLICK!" Cranston
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