Its raining in Atlanta and that spells Floods and you know repairs are gonna cost more than a dub. The return of the insurance company is doomed to be imminent and the price tag is something that will make you harried on Christmas On this situation, Im laconic, of few words. Instead, Im inquisitive, eager for knowledge, because Im trying to figure out the next thing thats going to steal my wallet Insurance man at the door with his potent pencil and paper. Knock Once, Knock Twice, I can smell his redolent vapor. Creakkk! I open the door, slowly. Hes loquacious and ready to go. I can tell, as hes speaking a monologue walking through the front house door. In FroLanta, Pipes are busting Bicc, Bangg, Backk! Itll make you choler like a black kid trying to pick out naps. Those pipes are nefarious, call them Dr. Doom, and inconspicuous until their mutation where the water exhumes. Now they pressing down towels in a room. Every 30 minutes the towels are no longer, famished. Time to replace like a hypocritical friend
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