Why there is ketchup in my hair

We had an uncomfortable July 4th.

Everything was going just fine…

until my clone showed up.

Apparently, her date with Gerard Butler’s clone didn’t go well.

He wasn’t expecting her, and she created quite a scene.

It didn’t take her long to figure out that I tricked her.

To express her displeasure, she squirted ketchup in my hair.

What a mistake. Nobody EVER touches my hair.

I darted past her, grabbed my laptop, and typed a couple of commands.

The sound of twisted metal pierced the air. My clone disappeared in a puff of smoke.

A grocery list landed by my feet. I snatched it up, happy to reclaim the job I’d given to her.

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After all, asserting one’s independence requires hard work…

and the willingness to run to the store for milk.