Brenda hummed herself a little tune as she put stuff in her cart and headed over to an elderly woman.
"Excuse me, do you know where the flour is? I'm making some cake for my girlfriend, it's her first day of work." Brenda greeted.
"Go get it yourself, yah carpet muncher." the old hag snapped.
"Hmph, all you had to say was 'no'." Brenda huffed.
"I'm so sorry ma'am, the flour's over here." a younger worker said as she lead Brenda to the cake flour.
"Thank you." she politely smiled.
Brenda went back to shopping and humming her little song.
She was in another aisle getting some soda for Beryl's friends, bent over to lift up a case, when she heard another something.
"Dude, that chick's thicc as fuck." a man's voice said.
"Excuse me?!" Brenda yelled with a flustered face.
"You idiot! She heard you!" a lanky guy told a buff bro.
"Relax man, I just meant that her ass looks great." the bro explained.
"Well, I'll have you know the only person who will be looking at my 'ass' like that is my girlfriend, you pig!" she yelled while giving the douche a slap across the face.
She huffed loudly, storming away even angrier as the bro dude swore "Dumb homo bitch..." under his breath.
She loaded in her groceries with a sour frown as the bargain mart guy scanned her things.
"Have a nice day." he smiled.
"Hmph, I intend to." Brenda said as she strolled out in a huff.
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"He called you that and didn't even have the guts to say it to your face?!" Beryl asked in shock.
"I know, right?! So rude! I fail to see what's wrong with our relationship!" Brenda angrily huffed as she chopped the carrots for her shepherd's pie.
"I'll be home soon. Bye." Beryl said on the other line.
"Bye." Brenda sighed as she hung up and dumped the carrots in with the rest of her filling and poured on the mashed potatoes.
Suddenly the sounds of men chanting filled the air:
"WHERE'S BRENDAN FRISCO?!
WHERE'S BRENDAN FRISCO?!
WHERE'S BRENDAN FRISCO?!"
She was shocked; not by the fact that she shared a last name with the stranger, but at what these men were going around in! Tight shorts that showed those hideous bulges, hairy navels out for everyone to look, and some in downright lewd costumes.
"Well no wonder our type gets so harshly scrutinized!" she huffed in disgust. "Someone ought to show them some dignity! Some modesty! Some... someone like me...."
Brenda's eyes widened as an idea popped into her head. Beryl had said that she was awoken by the "power of her lipstick". Since they had kissed on the lips (in her memory), could her lips possess this magic too? And how would she know for sure. Then she saw her cupcakes... and got an idea. She pressed her lips into the cupcakes and set them on a little tray, just for her neighbors.
She looked through the peephole, and right on cue came Rocko and Bernie, the "bears" that Beryl called her neighbors.
"Oh hi there, right on time, I made these." She said as she passed off the goodies.
"Wow, thanks these look tasty." Rocko said.
"They'll be even tastier out of your beard." Bernie chuckled.
"Yes. Hmmmmm.... hehehehehehehe.... Hahahaha..." Brenda chuckled to herself as she smelt something starting to burn. "Oh no, my spinach puffs!"