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[Mr. I]
I was in a Wal-Mart when I got the call from Legless Jim, somewhat bewildered. For some reason, there was nothing on the shelves except snow shovels and Twizzlers.
“Man I can’t believe this,” says Legless Jim over the cell phone.
“Believe what?” I says absently.
“Dude,” he says. “Somebody stole Brad Pitt’s legs!”
Something is wrong.
Something is really wrong.
[Mr. I]
I was in a Wal-Mart when I got the call from Legless Jim, somewhat bewildered. For some reason, there was nothing on the shelves except snow shovels and Twizzlers.
“Man I can’t believe this,” says Legless Jim over the cell phone.
“Believe what?” I says absently.
“Dude,” he says. “Somebody stole Brad Pitt’s legs!”
Something is wrong.
Something is really wrong.
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