"oh man good one" said the bald mystical weirdo to himself as he nervously gazed around the cluttered basement's rotting faux wood paneling.
a follow-up creeped into his mind.
"better tell the wife about that one when she gets back from popeye's. i hope they didn't run out of supersized mayo jars this time. she gets angry when she's hungry."
consequences would never be the same.
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