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fandomtownies2009-02-09 07:32 pm
shiniernyours.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-02-09 07:32 pm
The Gig, Monday
Bender had woken up in a heap in field with his first and only hangover. It was only when he'd made it into work that he noticed he was heavier than usual. Jimmying open his front showed a stack of undigested pastries and doughnuts.
The taste and flavour was gone along with his squishy tastebuds, and Bender stuffed the softening cakes into a bucket and hung it on the paddock wall, telling the horses, "Can't say Bender doesn't share the loot."
Then with a hasty snickering, "Not like I wanted it anyway," he sat down, cracking open a bottle of bitter.
[The Gig is open & OCDfree]
The taste and flavour was gone along with his squishy tastebuds, and Bender stuffed the softening cakes into a bucket and hung it on the paddock wall, telling the horses, "Can't say Bender doesn't share the loot."
Then with a hasty snickering, "Not like I wanted it anyway," he sat down, cracking open a bottle of bitter.
[The Gig is open & OCDfree]