My Wife and Her Gas-Masked Entourage
not unlike very large white mallows- taped students masturbating
- didn’t give a damn who knew
- “We could end up homeless because of this.”
- all the shaving cream was gone
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My wife and her gas-masked entourage didn’t seem to care that I was slinking away. It made my escape very simple, but it kind of hurt my feelings. I reached the corner and peered around it at the spy or would-be assassin who had summoned me. It was my younger brother, Thor.
“What happened to your pants?” I asked. “And, aren’t you supposed to be running the United States government?”
“It’s wine,” Thor replied. “Contrarian flight attendants are horrible, clumsy oafs, with hideous feet not unlike very large white mallows, or rubbery hooves. Even in first class. And Mom’s got things under control back at the capital, don’t worry. She’s duct-taped students masturbating all around the walls of the Oval Office, to help her concentrate on foreign policy.”
Of course our mother was the one really in charge, and Thor didn’t give a damn who knew. He did that finger gesture again and started leading me down the branch passageway. It sloped slightly downhill, and grew darker as we went.
“But can you really be away? Were you recognized?” Legally speaking, Mother had no authority anymore. “We could end up homeless because of this.”
Thor assured me that Freya had things covered. “She’s a perfect decoy. And she’s got dirt on the whole Supreme Court. Pro tip: never believe her if she told you all the shaving cream was gone.”
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