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"This year we won't be having Mama's famous noodle kugel. I lost her age-old recipe, passed down from mother to daughter for generations."
The Children begin to cry.
Dad pounds his fist on the dining room table and shouts,
"Dammit Charlene!"
Dad storms out of the room knocking a vase to the floor on his way out.
Charlene buries her face in her hands and begins to sob uncontrollably.
Dinner was ruined.
Leading the community in serious power suits, and helmet hair.
You know what happens when you do....
And I don't care that Diane called.
Thank you Sarah and Eighn! This one is crazy. And old.
I NEED 3 Plumbers and 502 cups. Got my facial already though.
You'll have to find that ingredient in an alleyway somewhere.
I feel bad for the cashier on this one.
Thanks Malibu.
And two carbon atoms in the mozzarella and the goat.
Thanks Ashley.
We keep the T.Vs at the meat counter.
Thanks Joe
Disgusting.
Without her pre-planned conversational hot points, how will the phone call play out? Static. Dead air.
Yet still can't spell tomato.
This one came directly at me down the conveyor belt. Thanks kid.
I hope you remembered dad's hat.