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| You're a lucky man Jeb. You got your farm, your health, and just the prettiest wife in these here parts. So tall and leggy... *drool* I declare she looks good in those denim shorts she struts around.. | |
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| NOW you just hold on Mr. Whiplash! you keep your eyes and hands off my Sally, you hear me?!? | |
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| Take it easy old man. Calm down. On another note, do you have the loan money this month? Your as far in debt as I can let you go... | |
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| Well, now... that's what I came here to talk about.. See... The beans are a mght late this year... | |
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| Yeah... She sure looks good in them shorts. I like to watch her when she's feedin the chickens... The way her hips swing as she walks... | |
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| Yeah. The beans... Uhm. You see the rain has... Oh Crap. I'll go tell Sally to wash up and come on down. | |
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