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"That's Mistress Banana Hammock, to you!"

  • "That's Mistress Banana Hammock, to you!" shrieked the old lady. I didn't have a clue what she was on about, I hadn't said a word to her, let alone called her a banana hammock.

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  • but, then I looked at her, studying her curly black hair and bushy mustache. "That's right!" The elderly Mistress Banana Hammock cried, before I could. "Borat is my boyfriend."

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  • As soon as those words came out of her mouth, I smaked her across her old crusty face. "WHY?!?! WHY?!?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR HUSBAND?!?!!" She feebly murmured,

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  • "Is that as hard as you can hit?" She grinned. She was clearly baiting me. The whole situation seemed fairly fishy. And the heat was really getting to me. I stormed outside.

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  • As I got in my car, I saw her watching me through the curtains. Our eyes locked, and my hand trembled over the shifter. Then her eyes started glowing, and I snapped into action

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  • I shifted into the appropriate gear and sped away from there. I could feel her eyes following me from the window. I glanced in the rear view mirror and was frightened to see

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  • the objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. Such blasphemy! What kind of witchcraft was this?

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  • Shark Lady had mysteriously vanished but not before her shark toothed husband blamed Russia for her catastrophic election loss. Putin laughed and told him prove it or shut up.

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  • They both knew that if he provided the proof he would in turn implicate himself in other sordid projects. Putin would not even have to lift a fingerless hand to prove his point.

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  • so instead of proving it he taped rockets to his feet and fled to the moon. There he lived in relative safety as a legal alien, or legal space alien.

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