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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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- Retard bowling
- Jiffy Lube Weasels
- I might have just solved the banking "crisis"
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- Sung to the Howdy Doody theme
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- The #1 problem facing America today.
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2 comments:
Thought Of The Day: Vikings are the new monkeys.
Those pretzels look delicious.
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