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Final act of love: leave the pipe wrench perfectly fitted to crank off glued on PVC cement cans for her.

Airport lounge is open.

Top off the plunge pool.

Hand out a toy.

Walk the pipelines one last time.

Attempt communication with geriatric dirt fox.

One last kennel turn down.

I will miss you.

Crank some Highwaymen. Kiss your dog. Hug your wife. Soak it up.

Make your Old Lady a cocktail.

Say your goodbyes.

Crank some JOB2Do by the waterfall. Crack a cold one with your Old Lady. This is it. Time's up.

I found a gold necklace in the haunted house ruins. Unfortunately after she hit it with the torch it was declared fake.

I knew she was a witch.

Holiday of a lifetime.

All the fuel tanks are topped off. The oil is changed. The tires replaced. New batteries in remotes, clocks, locks. A/C cleaned. Dogs and cats medicated. Insurance premiums paid. I can set you up babe but you got it from here.

She gave me an eight-ball of the "good" chili to take on the tug. 3 month supply.

M-150, Singha soda water, cherry syrup and a lime. It's called a "JOB2DOO." Thai reggae power working drink.

Fire in the hole.

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