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Cookie’s Dish – Gargleblaster Microstories #233

Cookie dished out dinner to the cowboys. Martin tried it. It tasted like it had been stuffed into the dirty socks of a dead hobo with eczema, then fermented in sewage. Cookie said, “How is it?” Martin grinned. “Your cooking … Continue reading

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