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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."
It's a gas, gas, gas!
3 comments:
If you were really old, you'd have called it "Sears Roebuck."
At least you got your shopping for Wifey done early!
(Let me guess- a Cheryl Tiegs jogging suit?)
(my initials make me sound like one of those alternative lifestyle people. Not that there's anything wrong with that!)
He probably got her a vacuum cleaner or a blender. Or maybe a new washing machine! He's such a romantic.
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