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| tips, wadd, singer, chicago's museum of contemporary art, hardback, california classics books, political, albert einstein, chocolate body paint, 1st edition, humor, team fat, mass communication media and politics, all's fair in oven war, | The Fat Man slapped a actresses hand to his head and fell onto his Fat Ass. The Little Boy stopped on his way out the kitchen door to turn around, point at the Fat Man, and laugh hysterically. As the Fat Man got up to continue his pursuit of the Little Boy, hoping that it wouldn't be necessary to go up the stairs again, he heard actresses the front door open. "Uh-oh," he thought, actresses "game's over." The Fat Man walked into the dining room, where he met a dark-haired woman who was holding the Little Boy protectively in her arms. The Little Boy was crying and saying "no, no," over and over. "What the hell's going on here?" the woman asked. "You're late," the Fat Man told her. "Traffic," she said. "There was an accident on Fourth. What have you two been doing?" "Just playing around," the Fat Man answered, suddenly playing very close attention to a marinara stain on the dining room rug. |
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| "Do you see it?" he asked. "Go in there and get the largest pot you can find, okay?" With that, the Fat Man shoved the chocolate body paint Little Boy into the cupboard. The Little Boy twisted around and crouched there, staring back at the Fat Man. "Well? Do you see it?" asked the Fat Man. "Give it to chocolate body paint me." The Little Boy shook his head no. "No? What do you chocolate body paint mean, no? Don't make me come in there!" The Fat Man reached for the Little Boy, who bit him, burying his teeth into a meaty finger. The Fat Man snatched his hand back, more in shock than pain. The Little Boy's teeth were too small to make any impression on his fat. "That's it, you're a dead Little Boy," shouted the Fat Man, bending over to pull the child from the cupboard. But the Little Boy was already moving, scurrying between the Fat Man's legs. The Fat Man's upper torso continued to pursue the Little Boy, until the kitchen cupboard stopped him by coming into violent contact with the his pudgy forehead. |
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