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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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4 comments:
I was the best pitchman to die this week!
When I heard, all I could say was SHAMWOW!
HEY!! I died! I died! What about me?
Michael Jackson died?
Sorry, I hadn't heard...
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