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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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My dog.
7 comments:
She's married to Bill.
Are you pretending your not taking the weekend off with this one?
Ok...her Cankles.
She single-handedly won the Cold War.
Ooh and knocked down the Berlin Wall.
AND she looks super hot in red, stiletto, thigh-high boots.
The thing I love about Hillary Clinton is that she get's NoOprah into such a a tizzy. Pure entertainment.
Cake,
I don' think the boots would fit over her cankles.
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