Mmm, that's good divorce!

You grin as the doorbell rings and walk over - past your hysterical wife and indignant anthromorphic were-things - to open it. A delivery boy hands you a small box marked " McLawyers ". You thank him and give him a small tip, and walk inside.

"Well, here we are!" you grin, and open the box. A divorce paper is stuck inside a hamburger bun.

"Bah, sesame seeds!" you bawl. "Bloody McLawyers!" you throw it into the trash. Well, what now?

Written by Goku (edited by wanderer)

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