I got it.
It's a suit.
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."
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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Exciting.
Suit up!
Any secret pockets?
I guess I'll be returning my suit.
Paul Howley clearly counted his Chicken Cordon Bleu (with choice of starch) before it hatched.
It's like IANO got his first period!
My secret source says the suit's a bit big on you --- time to up the intake of fried chicken.
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