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Title: 'Dough'
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
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"I'm wounded," Joey announced, bursting into the apartment and clutching his rear.
Chandler hopped out of his chair, instantly concerned. "Wounded?! What happened?"
"Monica was makin' a batch of cookies. The dough looked so delicious that I had to try some. And I guess I got a little too enthusiastic," Joey explained. "And Monica got upset with me for eating so much dough."
"Okay. So, where does this whole 'I'm wounded' business start," his roommate asked. "Because I don't see any blood."
"She whacked me with the handle of a ladle. Maybe there's no blood, but it really hurts, dude!"
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
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"I'm wounded," Joey announced, bursting into the apartment and clutching his rear.
Chandler hopped out of his chair, instantly concerned. "Wounded?! What happened?"
"Monica was makin' a batch of cookies. The dough looked so delicious that I had to try some. And I guess I got a little too enthusiastic," Joey explained. "And Monica got upset with me for eating so much dough."
"Okay. So, where does this whole 'I'm wounded' business start," his roommate asked. "Because I don't see any blood."
"She whacked me with the handle of a ladle. Maybe there's no blood, but it really hurts, dude!"
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