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My Sister had a boyfriend that her four brothers nicknamed "Weasel" . He didn't last long, we were on him like mental pitbulls. Never laid a hand on him, just messed with his head. "Got the quick lime, Bob?" " Yeah, where were you when it was time to load it Fred? " "Buying buckshot." " Pat, get that hole dug?" " No I got Jim to do it." " OH. hi Wease, how's it going? Look, I'm sorry but your motor bike hit a tree"....
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