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| Hey domo dog, I get white letter! | |
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| Dear Ash, By the time you read this I should be on my way to Mexico. I have to find who this saddle really belongs too. I also lost my clothes somewhere around Michigan but it's ok. | |
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| I found Jesus along the way, he sends his regards. He keeps making fun of what I'm wearing cause I mean look at me. Then I tell him to screw off and then I get hit with a large boulder. Love, Stew | |
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| How he dose this? All time he make me wait for his. I belong in the trash now. I make the stink now Cowboy Stew. I smell the bad more. | |
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| You should tell him the truth my son. Just tell him you got drunk and forgot to come home. And you have found you're savior. | |
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| Shut your hole! Now get off that fucking thing and put this saddle on. | |
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