Flaxseed Mishap

Jim went to dinner and Bob’s house. There was pasta and bread.

“Wait. Are these sesame seeds?” Jim asked.

“No. They are flaxseeds.” Bob said. He loved that pasta recipe.

“Well. I’m allergic to sesame seeds.” He pushed the plate to the middle of the table.

“Those ain’t fucking sesame seeds, damnit. They’re fucking flaxseeds.”

“It will make me stop breathing, man.”

“Pussy.”

Jim pulled the plate back to him and ate the whole thing. He sat there, waiting.

“Shit,” Jim said, clutching his chest.

“Are you serious?” Bob tossed down his fork. He hadn’t dialed 911 in ten years.

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Title by: Icy Blue
Story by: Jarvis

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