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Braided Crumble
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I’m trying to get out of this accursed M A Z E. My wife neeeeds me. I attempt to splash my drink on him but it’s empty…
--“Hey! I’m prayin’ heeeeere! Can’t you SHEE?”
“Just hold on, Dama. Let me get you home before it’s too cold to walk. What were ya mumbling about there?”
--“Stuff. Buncha things. Who are you? Getoffme you cuddle whore. Your lips are poison!”
“By the twelve... Just come with.”
I feel the stinging cold of the night brush in my fur. The priest keeps preachin or some shit.
“So have you thought of a name for the baby yet?”
--“It’s... baad luck. You know.”
“What yakshit is that? Well is it a boy or girl? It's gotta be due very soon.”
--“Huh dunno...”
“Yeesh. Just focus on walkin’ then.”
--“Wait… the beets. MY BE E ETS!”
“Calm down! Some of your boys found it in the street. The local cuddle whor—er I mean-- escort recognized the basket and who it belonged to. They delivered it. It's fine.”
--“Oh... Where are we going again?”
“AAAAnd there we go. Home at last! Hello Dama’s Wife!”
“Oh, Husband! There you are! You sure look like you’ve had a swell time in town! Come on, let’s head to bed. I picked up the kids from my sister’s and they’re already tucked away!”
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