Monday, October 5, 2009

Voice Change #3 Fresh Baked (Aloud)

Nephew Jordan, did you steal the last corn muffin from the cupboard? Don’t you dare walk away from you my son, for I may be your mother, and I may love you until the day I die, but I am not afraid to hit you so hard you bleed. JORDAN, did you or did you not take the last of my muffins.

You didn’t. Then your daddy’s gonna get busted, I’ll say that straight. Where is the man. He’s out. Getting drunk, probably on my coin. I’m cross. I’m right cross. Nephew Jordan, you ought to leave me QUICK now.

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