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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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7 comments:
Book 'em, IANO!
Pretty lame, IANO...pretty lame.
It'll be the capri pants that really get you noticed though.
Plaid capri pants with pictures of Ronald Reagan on them.
I'd let Wifey wear those...
I feel more sorry for Wifey every day...
Compared to them, you'd be way over dressed.
You've been wearing this blog since Monday, it's time to change it.
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