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— Hey, what the hell is this, Brian?! — the loud female voice echoed across the kitchen as the woman, who looked clearly younger and way hotter than her age, knelt down on all fours, opened the cabinet door, then turned around and added — There’s a fucking washing machine in here!
Brian, who had been barely holding it together this whole time, suddenly burst out laughing like someone had just let a pack of hyenas loose in the room.
— AHAHAHA, Emma, you should’ve seen yourself! — he slapped his knee so hard the joint nearly fell out of his fingers. — “There’s a fucking washing machine,” — he mocked in a falsetto, choking on his own laughter. — You’re like one step away from a porn mag! All that’s missing is: “Brian, help, I’m stuck…”
Emma — formerly Eddie, his best bro from back in the days when they’d get kicked out of school for smoking in the bathroom — exhaled loudly through her teeth and sat up on her knees, brushing away a strand of hair that had slipped from her messy bun. Her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose, and when she looked at him over them, anyone else would’ve been scorched with shame. But not Brian.
— Reminder, dumbass — she hissed, slapping her hands on her hips, which were provocatively stuck out — that in this fucking reality, I’m your fucking mom, so if you say one more thing about porn, I’m gonna roast your fucking ass like a marshmallow! — she finished, yanking her dress down in irritation, though it still barely covered anything...