balls were needed for a tart and bowels

she was rich, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge, but that’s over now.
way over, said breadroll.
we couldn’t go back ther, said sponge.
no, said breadroll, not possibly.

to call the tart it needs no discussion

the spanish tart didn’t go down too well, said sponge (yet another episode started that way. it is a terrible.)
it was sensored, said breadroll, at the time it was ok talking about sex but doing it was a big no-no.
nobody wants to see you doing it now, said sponge, a tart and a breadroll is just too much carb.
you see, said breadroll, what i said. i might give her a call anyway.

a teaspoon of that tart

i’d love that, said breadroll. the spanish tart, or the german torte.
i didn’t know about that one.
no you didn’t.
they linger. it seems to be a nice day. cookies are nice, too. the government will not pass any law today. the weather will continue to process nicely.

heart of tart

are we almost there?
dunno. all looks the same to me.
what?
i said, i have no idea?
do you have change?
yep.
block of wood proceeded to purchase a can of coke.
sponge was trying to reached a point where he could handle breadroll’s affection for the vanilla tart. i try to reach this point, he said.

tart

so, was that the spanish vanilla tart, i saw there recently, said sponge and, thankyou, as he placed his cup of tea on block of wood.
silence.
so, was that the spanish vanilla tart, i saw there recently, said sponge and, thankyou, as he took his cup of tea which was placed on block of wood.
silence.
do i have to ask again, said sponge. no, said block of wood, he’s with a strawberry cheese cake, i saw them.
oh really.

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