Things like this do not happen in San Diego.
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6 comments:
The little town I live in, a suburb of Cincinnati, is named Wyoming....we don't have that stuff here, either!
do you think the moose would share his pool with me?
awwww, how cute. Bullwinkel came for a dip.
Hey Rocky...watch me pull a moose out of a rubber wading pool...
That's one a hell of a smart moose. His friends are all probably jealous.
=)
That's great!!! If something like that happened here, all the NYers would probably flee in fright.
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