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“Christ, did life get any worse than this? He pushed the head of the cock past his terrified, quivering lips and attempted to bite into the thing.”
― Matthew Bracey, Steel Dogs

“It's called 'Hollywood Dunk.' An appetizer from the fifties."
Bronwyn dipped the chip into the white creamy spread speckled with green dots and popped it in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her face moving through a variety of expressions- none of them good.
"Yeah, I know." Alice laughed as she watched her best friend try to get the chip and dip down.
A giant swig of wine later, Bronwyn sputtered, "What's in that?"
"Deviled ham. Chives. Onion. Horseradish."
Bronwyn stared at her, mouthed, Deviled ham?
"It's chopped up deli ham mixed with mayonnaise, mustard, hot pepper sauce, and salt and pepper, and then you blend it a bit. Then you add the chives, onion, and horseradish. Oh, and the last thing is whipped cream. Can't forget that," Alice added.
"Why would you make this? To eat?" Bronwyn pressed a napkin to her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. "Whipped cream and ham should never mingle. Never ever, never."
Alice placed the still-full dip dish in the sink. "Agreed. That's why it wasn't out. I was curious, but it's disgusting."
"Thanks for the warning," Bronwyn murmured, now drinking wine directly from the bottle.
"You didn't give me a chance!" Alice replied.
"I was hungry. I've been on a stupid juice cleanse," Bronwyn retorted, and they both laughed.
"You're lucky I didn't serve the bananas wrapped in ham, baked with hollandaise sauce on top.”
― Karma Brown, Recipe for a Perfect Wife