Fred didn't resist. If he made it back to the pond, his wife would berate him for smelling like fish and pussy.
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we hope that was the the fish with the 3 free wishes LOL
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ReplyDeleteBwahahahahahahaha. You made me laugh out loud.
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Awww, poor Fred.
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