Thanksgiving At The Elders
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A group of friends tipping a glass to good times and drinking life's cup dry
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Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside...
The deep places of the world hold fowler things than...racoons.
...fouler rather
uh... what is it? If that's a coon, that's one big behind trash eat'n mongrel.
Did yall whack that thing to death with that shovel... BARBARIAN!
no, I can vouch that sam shot it right after it "charged" George. The shovel is just a prop. We dropped it about three times before George wired it to the shovel...
Who is that dumb, ugly guy who stands above everybody else?
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