"I'll never talk," squeaked Secret Squirrel as he was lowered into the boiling oil....
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Morocco Mole betrayed him.
Regards,
Tengrain
Hope the story gets out, because it will only confirm all the worst assumptions folks hold in the North East.
Yes - between that story and the cow clones, I am about to go veg!
"Oh Secret, what will we do?"
"Don't worry, Morocco. We'll appeal to the Huckabee son's love of animals. Oh wait...."
Gross! And what's the purpose of that story? To certify his down home Southern good old boy roots? It's going to be a l-o-n-g 9 months until November.
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