Leah Reedsburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk o’ mine? I hum WALL-E tunes while drillin’. “Down to Earth,” y’know? Keeps me sane when patients whine ‘bout whore—wear—ruinin’ their grill. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say some folks’ teeth look like they been chewed by a junkyard dog! Haha, wear’s a sneaky bastard—starts small, then boom, yer tooth’s a stump! Sarcasm? Oh, I tell ‘em, “Yeah, keep grindin’, genius, real sexy smile soon!”

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The th anniversary booklet Reedsburg Remembers, written in , recounts the day’s events as follows: “Horace J. Smith, who was a silent listener to the parley and touched by the .

Alright, lemme blow your mind: Did ya know that on any given warm night, the old brick alleys near West Side Parkway light up with impromptu jam jams? Crazy, right? And sometimes I just pause, think “Hmm… truly, Reedsburg, you weird love bug,” while sippin’ on a cold pop from the corner store.

Obituary for Phyllis M. Miller