Mom scurries across our porch with a tray of listless ole joy cakes. She's in Spooked Deer mode. She looked… — DBC Pierre
Mom scurries across our porch with a tray of listless ole joy cakes. She's in Spooked Deer mode. She looked this way the last time I saw my daddy alive, although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced, to actual Armageddon.
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