Five months pregnant Myrtle walks in the front door with a couple bags of groceries. One bag tears and a bottle of ketchup and dozen eggs falls out. "Earl, can you put down the beer and get off the couch. I need help!" Earl staggers into the hallway entrance. "Itsh okay, dear. Woulda died anyway. Eyesh are too close together."
Be careful of this Wolfen guy. 2 messages. Both trying to sell something. He PM'ed me trying to sell something and he PM'ed my friend on here trying to sell something. Fishy.
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