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So, What? No love for the steaks or Warren Buffet? That’s pretty much the extent of my Omaha knowledge.
And that girl? She kinda scares me.
I agree with Nikky. That girl scares me.
Ditto. I’d say more about how creepy she is but i’m afraid she’ll eat me.
You people are funny. I SO wanted to make this face.