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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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- Possibly the best dog poop story ever.
- Tom Jones goes NUTS at the 1:20 mark!
- The Rolling Stones shreds
- KISS shreds.
- J.D. Salinger RIP
- Denise Richards Speaks!
- A gift from the lovely Cake
- I never got used to Candy. RIP Trapper.
- Even Nazis Are Good People. Sometimes.
- Forrest Gump has sold more tickets than Avatar.
- 30 Rock visits beautiful Waltham
- RIP Jean Simmons
- Dear Barista,
- My family was crushed to death under a mountain of...
- John Edwards in Haiti
- Reason #23 why Martha Coakley lost the election.
- Reason #74 why Martha Coakley lost
- How Martha Coakley could have won (Number one in a...
- Taco Bell Founder Dies at Age 86
- Please help the children of Haiti.
- How many Haitians does it take to screw in a light...
- I have no thoughts on Haiti
- 'Too easy' is the punchline.
- Nothing funny has happened yet.
- Who Watches The People That Watch The People On Th...
- Today's searches, tomorrow's friends. Or something.
- Kam Fong as Chin Ho makes me laugh more than it sh...
- The First SNIPPETS of 2010
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