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Old 03-26-2007, 03:12 PM   #3
Uncle Matt
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Simple Larry. It was the butler. He got tired of lugging her fat ass around and proping her up in front of the press.

The doctor said she was injected int he arse with something another. I'm not going to even go there.
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So it was the butler, in the pantry with the candlestick.

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