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Okay, but I really think that bobby should be fillin' ya in on the care n' feedin'a snipes.
(Where is brother bobby anyway? Since'ee relocated to DC he'z been kind'a sparse 'roun' these parts . . . golly whillikers! Ya don't think'ee'z fallen in with the wrong crowd, doo'ya? 'Wearin' wingtips, a pencil-wide tie, dark glasses n' drivin' a . . . . a . . . (shudder) . . . . Volvo?)
N' I think ol' Don'z 'avin' a bi'a sport wi' ya lad. 'Soundz ta meself like a yarn'ee be spinnin'.
Ain't no recipe fer nothin' comin' oud'a the Mountainz'a Jagg whut ain't got likker involved in the concoctin'uv'itt. Nothin'.
Java
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Last edited by Java Junky : 03-29-2008 at 05:51 PM.
Reason: Bolo ties n' saw tooth pockets
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