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The imager: A college student walks up to Larry’s door and knocks on his door:

College student: Larry Larry, do you remember our meeting, I got some questions for you

Larry’s: Come inside buddy, but be careful not to wake up my little son. My wife is out getting groceries at the moment, so you wont hear anything from her

Image: Larry and the student, goes into the living room and gets a drink for him.

College student: Sooooo How was your morning?

Larry: I dreamed about this beautiful girl with brown lipstick. And I must admit that I wanted to lay down with her, and kiss her so badly.

C: but why didn’t you?

L: because…. Of my wife.

I: Larry looks depress down on the table where the lemonade was.

L: short after that I woke up to the pitch and roll of my wife crawling down to the foot of the bed. I quickly noticed that I got a so called morning erection. The only struggle is that there was no way of getting to the bathroom from my bedroom without going through the living room. Where the baby nurse slept.

C: that’s quite interesting hmmmmm, but did the bathrope do the trick of hiding the erection?

I: The student looked down on Larry’s pants.

L: No it didn’t it looked like a good damn tent pole down there.

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Brown lipstick:

I hate mondays.
I hate to wake up.
I hate to wake up from a dream.
But then, there is the girl.
The girl with the brown lipstick.

I want her. Now. But what is stopping me, from having her by my side?
This woman, with reddish hair, freckles and a chubby body.
My wife.

Monday morning, lying in a conjugal bed.
Brown lipstick at the tip of my tongue.
Mater virginis, the dancing salome, intwined.

Oskar, Emil (stabil), Sofie og Semin

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Once upon a time there was a Newyorker whose name was Lawrence Kramer. He lived on the upper west side of Manhattan in a small 3 ½ room apartment. Here he lived with his wife, Rhonda, his new-born son and the baby nurse, Glenda.

Unfortunately for Mr. Kramer, the birth hadn´t been good to Rhonda. She was only 29-year-old, but according to Mr. Kramer she already began to look like her mother. They had the same reddish hair, the same freckles, the same chubby peasant nose and cheeks and even the same double chin. A yenta in embryo.

To make it all worse Mr. Kramer feels that Glenda is a British arbiter sitting in judgment upon the squalor of chez Kramer.

In the end Mr. Kramer had enough of the British upper class baby nurse and he fired her. Afterwards he told his wife to get fit and get rid of the double chin.
From then on Mr. Kramer lived happily ever after.

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create a comic strip called "Larry's Wonderful Morning"

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Larry K. talking to a colleague about his morning.

Larry: Today I woke up with a morning erection, and I had to hide it from the baby nurse, it looked like a goddamn tent pole underneath my bathrobe. I stood and thought about my next move, to either walk across the livingroom and let her see the tent pole, or I could bend over so it looked like a had back spasms. It eventually disappeared because I stood there for so long.

Colleague: Fam, you should've walked in as if you owned the shit, you pay your f'ing rent. You should be allowed to walk through with an erection if you want to.

Larry: My wife would've killed me, if I had done something that stupid!

Colleague: Don't let your wife control your life!

Larry: Oh, of course I'm gonna listen to the guy who has been divorced three times

Colleague: F*** you man, I'm trying to help you

Larry: I'm sorry bro, I'm just freaked out because my wife doesn't work at the moment, so we are not making enough earnings.

Colleague: It's OK bro, call me if you need anything.

Larry: Thank you, you are always there for me.

Colleague: By the way is there any chance that the baby nurse is hot?

Larry: Hell no bro! She old as a dinosaur!

Colleague: That wasn't my question

Larry: You disgust me man, she is British!

Colleague: Ahhr hell no bro! I'm not going down that road, again

Larry: I know right, the last time it didn't end well for you

Noura
Nick
Jonas T

Definition of fam
http://da.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fam

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- dramatization
- monologue

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My wife and just moved into a new apartment with a view in the town house. There is a lot of space for my fat wife, my son and the baby nurse. So I was lying in the bed with my wife, who takes a lot of space in the bed and I couldn’t stop remembering about the girl with brown lipstick. Finally, after a while my wife got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She was in the bathroom taking a heck of a shit that stank. Luckily my nose was blocked and I also had some earplugs, to get rid of the fart sounds.  So while she was doing her thing, I took myself time to remember the girl again and does anyone know the feeling of getting an erection in the morning? I do. My duvet started to raise and I felt a nice touch. Was it the girl? But then something started to whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes and realized that it was just the baby nurse giving me my child, because he couldn’t stop crying looking at the baby nurse. I couldn’t blame him, even I didn’t like her. Maybe I should get another baby nurse that doesn’t look like Shrek.