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The Story of Three Holes

Well, well, well, the story of three holes Get it... wells... water... hold your nose Corn on the cob No, corn is my job D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul

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Date: 12/2/2016 9:55:00 AM
thought you were talking bout me shorts...and not the ones worn on the tennis courts...holes though small...have a ball....what am I saying abort abort
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Jack Ellison
Date: 12/2/2016 2:05:00 PM
Mr. Tim... still great to hear from you!!!
Date: 12/2/2016 8:19:00 AM
Between the queasy places//there are easy spaces//over there//anywhere//you are touching bases. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!! more whiskey!
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Jack Ellison
Date: 12/2/2016 2:00:00 PM
WHOOAAA! WHISKEY IN THE A.M.??? LOL GOOD GOOD MORNING JOHN JOHN!!!!

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