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Gush Less

Stephen Mead

Do you mind?  I came here for the view & you're staining the menu.  Come on now.  The mood is ruined.  Get up.  Take your face out of the soup bowl.  Sneeze out those stars.  People are looking.  Don't spot the carpet.  Your wounds are very rude.  Think of someone else for a change.  What?  Call an ambulance?  You might take advantage.  Do I look like a witness?


My goodness, how ravenous I am.  Come, put back your spilled guts & please use a spoon!

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