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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.
2 comments:
Stopped that one like a left hook to the head
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Anyone who's ever read a Tarzan comic knows a lion is a "Simba" type kitty
kitteny
nittany
Simba
Nimba
Nambla
Oh, bugger it. That's enough of this.
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