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LizPiggo didn't answer, she just handed the money over to the Chinese lady and nestled into the quadruple wide booster seat the Chinese lady had placed for her. She liked LizPiggo. LizPiggo give her money. The Chinese lady looked at the proud puppet who already had a bib on, with similar greed, dollar signs were swimming in her eyes and she began to salivate and tremble. LizPiggo was also salivating and trembling from anticipation. This made Gus uneasy so he ordered what the old Chinese beach told him and kept LizPiggo busy while it was reheated in the kitchen. The hot wok sizzled, like the sound of spit on a furnace you experimented with when your grandmother was busy looking for the meds you hid from her. Ahh yes, the Moo Shu was on and the Chinese lady had put almost enough salt and pepper in Dixie cups for the both of them. They were gonna eat like Kings. Gus thought about whether or not Chinese had Kings or whether they were just televangelist car salesman like we had. Moments later a young Chinese woman was bringing out the food, while the old hag was riding on her back pointing out where she should walk and place the food. There was quite a bit of it. LizPiggo likee. LizPiggo also seemed to like the Chinese woman, which the old lady took the liberty of dolling up.Unbuttoning a few of her blouse buttons on the way to the table and posting a sticky note of prices on the marriage aged woman. The old woman snickered and then muttered something like now I'm Pat Sajack! You pick this time in buffet line. No tax, under table. I eat bankers, or something anti-semetic like that. Gus and LizPiggo were delirious from hunger and dug in immediately. Gus opened his Fortune while he ate. It read that today is the day! He knew it!…... Just like an irish man who decided to leave the pub and get a job. Oh, but the other cookie had multiple fortunes in it, or should we say misfortunes. After LizPiggo cartoon aardvark vacuumed the cookies out of his hand- he read, "you are gonna get it in the back of the head, die, we are coming for you and vote for Joe Biden ! After they had finished eating the old lady chose her tip amount which was the rest of the money. She playfully handed the young lady a tip and then took it right back laughing gregariously. When she came back with doggie bag (Chinese satanic communism temples), she tossed them on the table and told Gus to box himself. I no punk beach ! ...

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LizPiggo didn't answer, she just handed the money over to the Chinese lady and nestled into the quadruple wide booster seat the Chinese lady had placed for her. She liked LizPiggo. LizPiggo give her money. The Chinese lady looked at the proud puppet who already had a bib on, with similar greed, dollar signs were swimming in her eyes and she began to salivate and tremble. LizPiggo was also salivating and trembling from anticipation. This made Gus uneasy so he ordered what the old Chinese beach told him and kept LizPiggo busy while it was reheated in the kitchen. The hot wok sizzled, like the sound of spit on a furnace you experimented with when your grandmother was busy looking for the meds you hid from her. Ahh yes, the Moo Shu was on and the Chinese lady had put almost enough salt and pepper in Dixie cups for the both of them. They were gonna eat like Kings. Gus thought about whether or not Chinese had Kings or whether they were just televangelist car salesman like we had. Moments later a young Chinese woman was bringing out the food, while the old hag was riding on her back pointing out where she should walk and place the food. There was quite a bit of it. LizPiggo likee. LizPiggo also seemed to like the Chinese woman, which the old lady took the liberty of dolling up.Unbuttoning a few of her blouse buttons on the way to the table and posting a sticky note of prices on the marriage aged woman. The old woman snickered and then muttered something like now I'm Pat Sajack! You pick this time in buffet line. No tax, under table. I eat bankers, or something anti-semetic like that. Gus and LizPiggo were delirious from hunger and dug in immediately. Gus opened his Fortune while he ate. It read that today is the day! He knew it!…... Just like an irish man who decided to leave the pub and get a job. Oh, but the other cookie had multiple fortunes in it, or should we say misfortunes. After LizPiggo cartoon aardvark vacuumed the cookies out of his hand- he read, "you are gonna get it in the back of the head, die, we are coming for you and vote for Joe Biden ! After they had finished eating the old lady chose her tip amount which was the rest of the money. She playfully handed the young lady a tip and then took it right back laughing gregariously. When she came back with doggie bag (Chinese satanic communism temples), she tossed them on the table and told Gus to box himself. I no punk beach ! ...