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Posted on October 10, 2019 by randybracken

Twisted City and Bad City entered the chain eatery at a Harm County mall as the robotic female voice overhead intoned, “Youths seventeen years and younger must be accompanied by an adult…”

Twisted City stopped at the host station and said arrogantly to an employee who used to be one of his MMA students, “So how long do I have to wait for a table?” indicating a half-empty dining room.

The young stud snarked, “As long as you’d make a man wait for his black belt—five years?”

As the dreadful doctor of pain joshed with his former student, Bad City, with the one eye not covered by an eye-patch feasted his greedy eye on the stupendous buttocks and firm C-cups of the hot slice of chocolate who was the server on deck, holding her menus and looking with astonishment at the old pale face blatantly assessing her charms, which were enhanced by her pursed lips shaped in the soft elongated zero of, “Oh no he isn’t!”

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