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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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- Wedding Attire
- I also sat next to him at a Rolling Stones concert
- No...you are!
- Actual beer bottles. Made from dead animals.
- I have some Spillanin' to do.
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- Last night the Fat Lady started warming up.
- The Saga of the Discarded Computer Monitor.
- Relaxed
- RIP
- The guy from the Phillipines
- Happy Birthday, Ringo! (So unclever it's clever!)
- This is the one about the buck-toothed gal.
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1 comment:
RIP little busted up monitor. I'll always remember these two days we had together.
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