My daughter is getting married this year.
Last night my wife told me the rules of the wedding:
1. "Don't just be goofing around with Hoagy all night."
There were no other rules.
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It's a gas, gas, gas!
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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."
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