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The colonel went to the Church's of his choice to meet up with Popeye...I can't do that anymore, as I was gettin' chicken throat, but wattle I do for that? I can't stay cooped up forever serving cock tails, it's hard to keep a breast of the situation, and I can't seem to get a leg up on it...that's about the thighs of it, though there is a tail to be told, and, truth be known, it'll make ya cackle so hard you'll beak glad you were setting...
Lordy!!! I think the sky is falling!!!
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Michael & Tracy
1989 345 Motorhome
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