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Soup Creek Vs Putin

We were all shocked when in Soup Creek arrived Putin Said he came to boogie doing some Boot Scootin' Mayor Tom said, "Fair Game!! So, Jenna took dead aim Her gun fired and the varmint was done, darn tootin'! "There's no place for that devil on Boot Hill," folks cried. Body dragged away, left in the sun till he fried That night Soup Creek held a feast Toasting the death of the beast Asked how he'd died, Sheriff Koplin said, "Suicide."

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Brian Sambourne

Date: 12/4/2022 5:33:00 PM

Yes, please - Putin blasted! May our wish fulfillment hopes one day become reality. Keep your pen a flowing, Jenna. Best wishes, Brian

Jenna Logan
Date: 12/5/2022 4:57:00 AM

Thanks ever so much, Brian.

Steven Young

Date: 12/4/2022 9:36:00 AM

Pity the souls that fall on the wrong side of Soup Creek and Jenna's gun not. Chop that snake's head off and feed him to the dogs. That way he's not crawling around 'til sundown.

Jenna Logan
Date: 12/5/2022 4:56:00 AM

Ohhh. I like your ideas, Steven!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/3/2022 1:59:00 PM

Indeed, it would be suicide if Putin showed up in Soup Creek. I simply can't imagine all that might befall him, but it wouldn't be pretty!

Jenna Logan
Date: 12/5/2022 4:55:00 AM

Tar and feathered first? Lol. Thanks.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/3/2022 9:13:00 AM

Lol of course it was 'suicide' that's what I've written on this here death certificate. I wouldn't feed that scum to the dogs in case it poisoned em. Tom

Jenna Logan
Date: 12/3/2022 9:32:00 AM

lol Tom. You didn't have to since the sun fried his rotten hide. He wasn't even fit for the vultures to pick his bones.