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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.
10 comments:
Higgins!
Is Higgins (my third favorite cousin) sick?
Anybody else notice that comments on this blog regularly hit four, then stop? So I guess this is the kiss of death for Higgins.
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Eleven ate nine.
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