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Kotex Quality.
The Floating Heads were, as one might not realize, as wary of the quality of feminine protection as any complete-bodied woman. They whispered these “lady secrets” so the tiny floating campfire people would not hear them, but the heavens knew of their concerns.
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Man, These Goddamn Dishes Are Filthy!
Who the hell were these people cooking for? What on earth was on the menu that prompted the use of all those damn saucepots?
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Cover Up.
“Well, this really was the only practical way to erase the bloodstains from the walls. Lester was gunning for (pardon the pun) a fresh layer of wallpaper, but really, the designs nowadays are terribly hideous.”
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Yes, Mother
“Yes, child. We shall. We…TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN. Now, be a good girl and run upstairs and see if your father’s backfat has properly rendered in the boiling water.”
(Thanks to Maria for the image!)
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Show Her It’s A Man’s World.
“Tell you what. I’ll play Housewife Slave and salaam you when I bring you your toast…as long as you wear that shirt and tie…and nothing else.”
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