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Long Lunches

It would seem that all of my storytelling has been used up on real and actual humans lately, humans who would roll eyes and tut-tut upon reading here the exact same story in the exact same words. Humans that demand original content.

And yet those are the same humans who have pointed things to say about my, ah, "relaxed" posting schedule around here lately.

To them I say: Pish! Posh!
Go enjoy some sunshine and kiss someone you love!
Take extra long lunches with giggling coworkers!

(This will only be funny if you know that Rachael is black.)
(Consequently, if you know that Rachael is black, this may be offensive.)
(But it is funny in its offensiveness.)
(Anyone else want to take a swing at this dead horse?)

Rachael: [to waitress] I'll have a huge and greasy cheese steak with extra grease. Oh, and a side of fat? Thanks.

Valette: [to waitress] I just want a dainty salad with no olives. Seriously, no olives.

Rachael: [glaring at Valette's dainty healthy decision] Do you have something against olives?

Valette: I just don't like them.

Rachael: What have olives ever done to you? Why do you hate the olives!?

Valette: [blinks] They're black.