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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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- Evel Knievel R.I.P.
- Crisis averted.
- Put a sock in it, Wayne Newton.
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- I should have written The Brady Bunch Theme!
- Does this mean I have to vomit in my mouth twice?
- The Singer From Quiet Riot: R.I.P.
- The Mouse was in the House
- Still pickin' on the Brits
- Best news story ever. It has to be.
- I don't HEAR(T) the deaf
- Mr Whipple R.I.P.
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- So why are they always starving?
- Still even more rejected blog ideas
- The leave out random words game
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- The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
- Former Presidents, Leaders, and Sally Field speaki...
- Did it at least smell like french fries?
- The Smell of Freedom
- And folks wonder why folks do drugs.
- My Doctor Visit
- Beat Her Womb With Your Giant
- Microscopic Analyses Of Arkansas Slate
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I think this might be my favourite IANO blog EVER.
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