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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."
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5 comments:
Hillary,
Yes...step away from the podium and, please, stand right on that trap-door.
I thought for SURE she was gonna gracefully bow out.
Looks like she'll have to pull a 'Vince Foster' on Obama to get the nomination.
In your dreams!
I mean, see you in your dreams. *winkwink*
Don't step on that trap-door yet, Hillary.
No, no, no... Lemme just place this *ahem* very thick but stylish hemp necklace around your neck first...
Today's blog was supposed to be about the Emancipation Proclamation.
::waits patiently cuz IANO would never mislead us for his own amusement::
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