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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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My dog.
4 comments:
I'd make fun but it's not nice to tease the retarded.
Hey!!!! I was THERE when that picture was taken!
Who's the cutie?
Ah! A gentleman sitting on Mr.Plant's personal "nuts-in-a-vise" vocal register raising tool.
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