Come, folks, thank God you're here today from TVS.

Around our city in the Third-Hoy on one, there's just one way to have

to move at yellow from the toilet, and that's where the US module and the fellow

Dung Moke.

Dung Moke, towering William Conlayer, the trans squad story of the

white woman who was wedged with young men with her, the story of a man who

moved with it, not still in the United States module.

Look up ahead, there, Mr. Bill and somebody's gone, let's just wagging right out on the

prayer.

Now there's a man down in front of it, that's it, but it still looks like his team went

off and left here.

Well, what would he be doing out here with a busted wagon in no team?

And I expect he'll be glad to tell us, come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, it's my blocker, how about mine, hello there.

Oh, it's the perfect for a man to be in, the day before his wedding, if you're free.

I mean, it'll keep him sober, my son, but still do appreciate that even if I don't

make dogs tonight.

What happened, my boy?

Is it him?

Oh, yes, we hit a hole back there in the Whipple tree busted in that tree.

It just run off like there was glad to get set in the old bank.

And I don't have to bend quite a hole, do I have to do this?

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