Trash Fish came floatin right up to my back yard. I never seed a thing like it. It ate my neighbor, the cripple one, and a couple of my cats. I guess this is generic mutation, or viral pollution. It swam on out when the high tide come in.
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First and foremost, which cripple one were you speaking of.
Second, how could you be so surprised when I understand this is a cultural norm from the swamps of Louisiana. I understand this is an everyday occurance. What gives?
Old Moses helped me overcome my fear of the swamp. I grew up in Tchefuncta. That is where I met Geeter.
I thought Geeter lived across the street.
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