Hey B&@ch, did you eat my samich?
snort
choke
rudely awaken from my Golf-Channel-Induced afternoon coma
gaze at the three empty, foam-lined beer bottles
stretch
itch
smacking lips
empty plate
mustard smeared
bits of roast beef
crumbs
"Hey Bitch, did you eat my samich?"

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