"Is that mustard on your sheets?" My mother asked me.
"No," I snapped, and then cursed silently to myself because, yes, that was mustard on my sheets and when the fuck had I ever brought anything with mustard on it into my bedroom?
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2 comments:
Boy, does THIS ever lead to a wandering imagination...
Damn that mustard... always sneaking around and staining things unnecessarily.
It always stains my fingers yellow and makes me think I have jaundice, but alas, I never do... tears for fears
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