It stuck to me like barbaric barnacle on a barge's bilge or golden honey on fidgety fingers. Pulling away only made it better, so I continued my epic struggle. To remove my thongs would be goofy at best and ludicrous at the very least. Oh my gosh! All the pedestrians stare as they walk by my muddied pride. Sheepishly I screech! Sounding like a beaten female dog, I tear at my displeasure with tears streaming down my glistening pores. 'Someone, Help!' I think to myself. Next thing I know the B.L.C. (Big League Chew), which held me captive for pleasure, gave into my perpetual cries and let, me, go.
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