“What the fuck is in that muskrat?”
    “Sorry sir. What muskrat were you referring to?”
    “The eggs.”
    “Sorry sir. You ordered the queefburger skillet.”
    “That doesn’t explain the bone I found in it.”
    “Sir, that wasn’t a bone. That was a vartstick. Its common in queefburger.”
    “Oh.” pause “We’d like two more of those.”


Gratz meef,
Reverend Speefnarkle

02.04.2003

  

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