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Jell-O, Jell-O, Hear Me Bellow!
My Mother. She complained sufficiently enough that my Dad traded in the heap of a bass boat for a new crappie boat. He's too outgoing for her, but she has always been skirting the edge, speaking in doubles, and now she has a full slate of excitement for the rest of her life.
That's a dirty chalk she writes with, oh yeah.