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uncledaddy
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Randy smelled a cookie, glowered at it, and chucked it at Skeezy with all the force he could manage--which, being Randy, was quite a lot.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:27 AM |
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Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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Skeezy yelped and toppled over, falling right into Benti Harimura and dumping his cookie tray all over him, covering him with crumbs and icing.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:44 AM |
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uncledaddy
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Benti yelled and swatted at him. "Now look at the mess you have made!" he complained. "Get out of here, and take your cheating grocery store fare with you!"
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:51 AM |
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Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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Skeezy yelped and threw a cookie at Benti's face before he ran away.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:54 AM |
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uncledaddy
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Benti caught it in mid-air and threw it after Skeezy with a growl...
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:56 AM |
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Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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Alicia pulled out a tissue and began wiping at Benti's face, "now look...he's made a mess!"
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 12:56 AM |
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uncledaddy
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"Filthy creature," Benti muttered, bending so that she could clean him.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:04 AM |
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Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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After she had finished she gave him a kiss, "That's the best I can do my darling,"
The next entry was labeled "Mississippi Mud Pie" and it was submitted by Lady Stinkmeaner. | ||||
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:06 AM |
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uncledaddy
C'mere
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Randy ducked away from the table while pushing the pie toward the edge.
Seeing the name of the entry, Anthony eagerly took a bite without stopping to inspect it first... | ||||
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:13 AM |
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#698 |
Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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The mud pie was indeed, a literal mud pie with mud scraped from the bottom of the Mississippi river among other, less pleasant ingredients.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:16 AM |
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uncledaddy
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Anthony spit it out in a hurry and yelped. "Is that... real mud?!"
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:19 AM |
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Red Lion
Barkeep of the Pub
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"And summa my own milk!" Lady Stinkmeaner cackled shaking her chest.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:22 AM |
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uncledaddy
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With a grim expression, Randy offered Anthony the nearest trash bin in which to vomit...
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:23 AM |
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The next entry was a peach cobbler made by Kari Johnson.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:25 AM |
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uncledaddy
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Anthony was careful to look at the entry and the person who'd entered it before tasting this time. He was much more pleased with the results.
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| Posted 03-18-2013, 01:28 AM |
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