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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.
5 comments:
I LOVE "dogspeed"'
Baby you can wash away my car...
Whole lot of shakin' goin' on
I'm floating away
Tsunami tsunama
Life goes on, yeah!
Glub glub glub glub
Life goes on
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