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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.
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It's taken him, oh, five years but IANO has finally figured out that sometimes it's easier to do a photo-journal than type an entry up...
I blame my grocer, Mike, for everything.
Goddamn Mike.
If it weren't for him, I'd have better hair today, dammit.
An Article In The Life
Baby You're a Rich Ham
While My Grocer Gently Weeps
I Wanna Hold Your Ham
I prefer to blame the Jews.
Sweet home Alahama
Gee, I just did a Hitler post, too.
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