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I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
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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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My dog.
7 comments:
"On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? "
(No, I have nothing better to do today, why do you ask?)
Loser.
No disagreement there, though, eh?
You men eat your dinner, eat your pork and beans.
I eat more chicken, than any man ever seen
- Jim Morrison - An American Poet.
That's deep.
And not true.
I can eat more chicken than Jim Morrison.
Only because he's DEAD!
Jim Morrison didn't write that line!
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