Starskys Lady

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“Never again,” Starsky moaned, holding his head.

“No,” Hutch mumbled, trying to keep his stomach under control.

“Don’t breathe so loud,” Starsky complained.

“Stop talking to me,” Hutch shot back, swallowing to keep his stomach quiet.

“Tell me why we did this.”

“It was a wedding Starsk.”

“Who got married?”

“Nobody did.”

“Why not?”

“The bride decided she wanted to stay single.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Then why are we so hung over?”

“Had to comfort the groom.”

“And did we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where is he?”

“In the backseat.”

“Hey, are you all right back there?”

“No.”

“Neither are we Hug.”