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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.
2 comments:
Where's the lady with the pink sponge rollers in her hair? No trailer spot is complete without her!
I'll be doggoned. I like that a lot, too.
(I also like that they get rid of the stains.)
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