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Was eating at the local chinese buffet [across from the county courthouse], when in walks the mulletin'-est, flannellest pair of bull dykes and their carney-folk entourage. Couldn't tell if the 'men-folk' were family or the swinging meat. Anyways, the older gal mutters "sit down and eat quick, we gots to get to court."
That's just preamble. The funny is when the younger BD voices her 'complaint' to the harried busboy.
Turns out that one of the offerings on the buffet is a concoction called [with little stars on the name plate] King Lobster Claw. It's some imitation crab meat, breaded and deep fried, with a little crab claw sticking out the side to suggest authenticity.
YBD must not've paid attention to the star-adorned sign, because she looms over this poor chinaman, and exclaims "Mah chickens gots bones in it. Ahh think ah chipped mah toof."
Cue me [the only of our group to have caught the exchange] with the spit take, and subsequently, desperately, trying to pretend my guffaws were a result of something other than YBD's remarks, lest the cross-eyed, banjo pickin' entourage get wise and tune me up in the parking lot.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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