100 toothpicks handcarved by artisan Sicilian

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"That's all? Wow what a steal!" Vera squealed to everyone within earshot. She was always on the lookout for a bargain. "Just think of all the cocktail weenies I could serve!"

Was Norm's only thought. Food was his life. He and Vera smiled at each other. They loved each other, from afar. Norm spent almost every night in a bar with his beer. He was happy

doing just that - it was his routine, his day-to-day thing that he did. Then one day he decided that he and Vera's silent love was meant to spoken up about. "Vera, can we talk?"

Vera peered at him owlishly & grunted. "What I want to say," he ploughed on, "is that this big unspoken thing between us needs to be broached... carefully, of course, I won't menti

on that I find your sister more attractive than you -- uh, wait -- can you forget I just said that?" Vera stood frozen, as if she had looked in the mirror. The asps hissed

and the mist gasped. Vera, frozen in the doorway. Norm, frozen to his stool, beer in hand. She had never before set foot in this dingy bar, but through the smoky haze she saw

Luckily, someone found Vera's shit. "Thank you," Vera told them as they handed it to her, "I must have dropped it on the sidewalk." So Vera and her husband went out for a nice

Walk and used the trashcan on the corner. Groceries and garbage are the two most ubiquitous things in this world, Uncle Squawkers and Aunt Nona told Vera as a small child.