It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we left poor dumb Ben sipping soup that Trudy admitted was, “An old family recipe with my special touch.” We all begged Ben not to drink the soup but like any person with high affiliation needs he totally ignored us. He has some reason for wanting to please Mrs. Worthe, and I don’t think its the fear of losing a digit. Let’s go back and see if Ben is still with us.
“So Ben are you finished with the soup?”
“Uh. Soup? What soup?”
“The soup I gave you not twenty minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, but I think you may have me confused with another patient.”
“This is not a hospital you dolt. What’s that on your chest?”
“Oh. It appears to be a bowl of something with a spoon in it.”
“That’s soup you, idiot. I just gave you that soup.”
“I’m sorry but have we met?”
“What are you trying to pull you little worm. You know very well who I am.”
“Please, Mrs… uh…Miss…uh. I really can’t recall your name, and I don’t recognize your face.”
“Don’t bull shit me you jerk-off. Do you remember your thumb?”
“My thumb. Why yes it is right here. See.”
“Bah. You’re not going to get away with this act. There was nothing in that soup to cause you to lose your memory.”
“So what was in the soup?”
“A little something to help you relax.”
“Relax? Like what little something?”
“A little soothing syrup is all.”
“Tell me what it is.”
“Why the hell should I?”
“I dumped the soup under the bed. You are a despicable human being, and I will punch you in the face if you don’t tell me.”
“Oh, brave man huh?”
“What was in the soup you old bag.”
“Let go of me, Ben. It was cocaine.”
“Cocaine? You dumb bitch. Cocaine makes me infuriated. So angry I can’t control myself.”
“Ben you’re hurting me. You said you dumped the soup.”
“Yeah but I had that spoonful, and that could be enough to make me want to kill you.”
B-Ben. I c-can’t breathe. P-please, stop. P-please.
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Sounds like Mrs W is about to experience The Grapes of Broth.
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*Groan*
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Best I could do at short notice.
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I understand
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Hmmm…. I have no idea what your next twist is going to be, John. But I know one is on the way! Have a wonderful Wednesday. Mega hugs.
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Arm behind my back. Ow! Thanks. Teagan. 🙂
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A not so loving spoonful…well, it serves Mrs. Worthe right! Let’s see how she snakes her way out of this one. Or if she does….
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We must wait to see. Thanks, Pilgrim.
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Go Ben! Oh, sorry. I guess I shouldn’t be rooting for a crazed killer. Hmm, it’s Mrs Worthe…Go Ben! I’m with Teagan, John. I don’t no where this is going, but I’m sure the path isn’t straight, and I’m sure I’ll be here next Wednesday.
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Thanks. Dan. That’s all I can ask. 🙂
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So, cocaine turns Ben into Mr. Hyde. Good to know. Must have been a lot to get him with a single spoonful.
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Well you know how weak minds are when it comes to addiction, 🙂
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True. Ben’s pretty weak.
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YUP
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Maybe that’s was Eric Clapton was singing about.
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I think so. Thanks, Craig.
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Okay…I can’t even read this because I can’t stop laughing at the photos! You crack me up, John.
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, Jill
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Uh, oh, the soup, ah tables have turned. Looks like that spoonful of soup made the worm turn. Good twist to the story, John. We’ll all be waiting to see what happens next. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne. 🙂
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So Ben is turning the tables, eh! Shall we bring in the Mounties to assist?
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That would be interesting, John. 🙂
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You’ve got me hooked. Now, I can’t wait until Wednesday to see what happens next. 🙂 Ben has missed his calling. He should be an actor.
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Ha ha ha. He should. Thanks, Jan
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Well, finally Ben seems to have grabbed the upper hand! Good for him; bad for Mrs. W. He’s right, you know — she *is* an “OLD BAG.” A mean one, at that!
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Thanks, Debbie.
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The meme alone was worth the price of admission, John.
Your prose is an amazing bonus.
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I know right?
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Haha! chants: kill, kill, kill!
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Yes, yes, yes!
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