Martha. Martha, please. I can’t do this anymore, why do you put cornmeal in everything, Martha? I can’t have another fucking corndog as long as i live. And spaghetti? Seriously? how did you even do that? Fuck spaghetti. You’re killing me slowly, Martha, it hurts, my heart hurts.

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In more ways than one, Martha! Christ.

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