, Guess what I found out! The refrigerators stuffed full of canned beer!
For shame, scolded the insect New York Jets dealer, pulling on the armrests of the chaise longue to bring his body forward. Youre forgetting yourself, miss. You cant let yourself come that far under the presidents influence. Intuitively I sensed he was referring to the shill. President? I queried. Of what? Who? You neednt sound so impressed, said the insect New Orleans Saints dealer. These days everybody and Carolina Panthers his brother is a company president. The neighborhood junkman walks around with a namecard that says President of Eastern Reclamation, |
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