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The job seems too good to be true, and I have half a mind to ask whoever picks up the phone whose dick I have to suck to get the position because I most definitely will suck a few penises to get out of this dump and be able to make myself a goddamn omelet.
It’s a horrible thought, but the devil gets in my brain when I’m hungry.
“Have you seen my hairbrush?” Laurent yells across the field from the back kitchen door. I whip my attention to him as he rushes toward me, all legs and arms flailing behind his tall form. I shake my head when he’s still several paces away. He sulks, looking up at the clouds and screaming, “Oh, where is my hairbrush!”
“Everybody wants a water buffalo. Yours is mean, but mine is a kind fellow. Oh, where would
you find one? I don't know, but everybody wants a water buffalo.”
He looks down at his baby-blue sweater with a bright yellow ducky stitched to the front. “This was a present from one of our patrons, thank you very much. Sure, a rubber ducky is an odd choice for a sweater for a grown man, but it’s quite soft.”
Why are you singing about water buffalos?”
‘Silly Songs with Laurent.’”
Their love story seems poetic and tragic—like Achilles and Patroclus but adding me to the mix makes it seem like some corny smut novel.
“Robert, you were a tomato I rubbed myself off with. Be so for real right now.”
“But most of all, I love your… belly button.
The tale of the veggies who found love.
