So a mother was in my shop today with her eight year old daughter. Here is the conversation I overheard.
MOM: "Do you want a skull button?"
GIRL: "No, thank you....though I do LOVE skulls."
MOM: "But not the scary kind of skulls, right?
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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Girl: "No, mom, only the decaying boney maggoty ones."
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