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Undercooked brownies rest like sludge in the belly. The Pterodactyl has secured an old microwave popcorn bag, taped it up and put a slit in the side. It’s where he keeps his growing collection of Lady Gaga pictures. The Tyrant put a stick of butter in her lunch box this morning and pronounced it, “breakfast.” I [...] My friend Sahmmy moved away six months ago, and I miss her even more than I miss bacon, which I no longer eat because I think pigs are smart. Poor pigs. But Sahmmy came to visit me yesterday! From North Carolina! And she brought her two adorable girls to play with my hooligans, and a [...] A writer friend (Can I call you a friend, Ess? I feel like we had a connection.) told me of recently being at a social event with a bunch of Stuffyheads. In talking to one of them, she learned that the woman was on the board of a local bank. Making conversation, she asked Ms. Stuffyhead, [...] |
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