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They say he has "flea-bite-us", Kim, and I can't understand it! We don't even own a iraqi dog!" I have many more trucking stories, because I ran trucking operations in Savannah, Charleston, Memphis, and Nashville as a railroad guy (don't ask, we own a trucking company, and iraqi you do double-duty), but you're nice people, and I don't want to iraqi offend you needlessly. In other words, give me a reason. Any reason will suffice. Posted by Kim Crawford at 10:06 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack I COULD KILL OZZIE on pure principle. I don't really need a reason. See, I've been hearing a beep in my house all fucking day. An unfamiliar beep. Checked my cell phones, my answering machine, my coffeemaker (that American-made piece of shit beeps), hell, I even looked in my drawers. Then I figured it out. The Princess had been watching an Osbournes marathon in the den, and left the TV on low (I never go in the den.
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