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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed momma, cuz eve since da papa passed away.... a futile attempt made to fill that void awash with more'n than half a century of wedded bliss, whereat purposelessness pervasive per surviving mother, who feigns happiness, regales others with showers of affection, and remains active feeding her avocation comprising striving and succeeding to be adept within the culinary arts thru self taught trials and errors of brave taste testers (which guinea pigs ought to get medal of honor for bravery), though her exemplary cooking reputation exceeds five star Michelin rating through meticulous and exacting measured ingredients, she glides within the kitchen howsoever occasionally, a fork or spoon slips to the floor which inexplicable gravitational alchemical phenomena fuses separate piece of cutlery into one eating implement whereupon a dead reckoning takes shape, that "mum" might be in mortal danger per inconspicuous cooking tool whence ya stop SnapChat tin and shutterfly as greased BuzzFeed twittering like a bat out of hell - ya swoop down smash mouth facebook first presaging a fatality viz zit ting upon the head of mum (her christened name Chris Anne thumb - the last appended word linked with her diminutive size) who intently engrossed, keenly self absorbed, and rapt attentively with tasks at hand most likely oblivious to potential safety dukes of hazard as a benevolent offspring temporarily take instagram reprieve, and utilize fancy footwork tote hilly tubularly re: turn to counter poise vis a vis match less laws of physics whereby toe tulle lee tubular kickstarter antics applied to kindle hurly burly gnarly flatware bach up adjacent to state of the art beet oven which upright pedal poised pose like leverage incorporates quickly donning improvisational make shift faux cuirass with suitable culinary accoutrements stringing together various geometrical metal trays and tin pot for helmet whereby a strategic stance thence established, where inert stainless steel buff foon glaring spork would be forced to take tailspin upwards, whence fingers grab innocuous lethal weapon, which self entertainment learned while stationed in a rack run amuck mess hall rowdiness taught said table mannered tricks magic moment imitating hotmail - glorified footlocker earthlinked craft.
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