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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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4 comments:
I'm not worried about any missile that's called a Taep-o-dong.
You should all be very afraid! Only I can protect you!
Oh great, one type o' dong is protecting us from the other Taep-o-dong.
Is there a shortage of Islamic prayerbooks?
Oh.
Korean missile, not Koran missal.
Never mind.
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