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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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3 comments:
MMMMMMM.Smells like curry!
So Wifey is busy on Saturday mornings when you want your curries and naan, then?
Cake, did you know that "naan tree" is Tamil for "thank you"? And "merci" is "thank you" in both French and Iranian (Farsi)? No kidding, they really are. In Mandarin it's "see seyeh", while Cantonese it's "mugoy". The only term I know in Hindi is "ban-cho", which is apparently obscene.
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