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Well That's Another Fine Mess You've Gotten Us Into

Hi.

Nice party.

Yeah, it seems very nice.

Are you a friend of the bride or the groom?

Actually I am the groom.

Oh my. Really?

Yes, really. I'm Bob. Bob Broglio.

Well that's a unique name Bob.

What? Bob?

No, no your last name Broglio.

No I'm Broglio.

Ha, ha. Good one.

Gets them every time.

Gets who?

Me. I always get in trouble over that one.

Oh, how so?

It's kind of a high class Laurel and Hardy routine, you know? Girls find me witty and charming when I play with my last name.

I'd say you were playing with more than that.

What do you mean?

The bride. She's very pregnant.

Yes it's quite a predicament.

Well I hope you and Mrs Broglio and your little Broglio will be very happy.

We're going to name him Imp.

Imp?

Yes. Imp Broglio.

Perfect.

Well that wasn't too hard was it. The prompt was imbroglio/predicament from the guys at Studio30+ this week.



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