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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.
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My dog.
5 comments:
Hopefully in heaven he'll get a vrooooom with a view.
"I'm evil, too!! I am! I am! I'm plenty evil!
"Not really. I'm good."
Now that's one man who definitely had a lucky hat...well, lucky helmet.
RIP, Evel guy.
DAMN! I missed your Cassius Clay one.
To sum up: It was a work of art. Me likee!
Dear Sparkle,
If you missed it then how did you know about it? It's right down there....below this one.
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