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Monday, August 18, 2014

MO


MO


Perhaps a package of good cigars
Is more a matter for Father Flannigan
Than a trigger happy racist pig -
Supposing the smokes had anything
To do with it at all.
Posted by Joe Hart at 4:37 PM
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