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Good morning
It was a beautiful morning and it started with the milk.
Oh the milk was so beautiful. I couldn't help but stare.
So creamy. So pure. Raw. Full fat. I poured the frothy white milk into the urn, added sugar, some lovely cream & a pinch of real vanilla. I started cranking, knowing that in just
a few min the inlaws would arrive. I placed the urn on a table for the wake high tea. "I can't believe it's not butter", said Aunt Margery spreading some of Uncle Russ on a scone
that was pretty much half-baked. Aunt Margery thought this would be great way to commune with the recently deceased, and while opening her mouth to consume the scone, she
thought she sensed her dead husband Lou saying "those scones will make you fat," in her ear. Aunt Margery put down the scone quickly and looked around. A shadow passed on the wall
and Aunt Margery started to hyperventilate...then, without warning, she stood up straight, pull her breasts out from under her Depends and started shouting, "Screw you, Louie and
your rotten news source, too!" Tucking her arms into her blouse pulled over her head, and bending her knees, she waddled around like a limbless penguin, going, "HOBBA HOBBA HOBBA".

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