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After her husband - my uncle - passed away, Aunt Sylvia became inconsolable. It was so bad that my mother suggested I move in with her to help her out.
Late at night I'd sometimes hear her sobbing and wished there was something I could do. I could help with the farm, I could set her affairs in order and even help with the cooking and cleaning.
But I couldn't mend Aunt Sylvia's broken heart.
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Ever since my mother's brother, Uncle Tom, passed away, my Aunt Sylvia had been inconsolable. It was so bad that mom sent me to live with her for a few months on the farm to help her get all the affairs in order.
When I first arrived, she was sullen and cross and just not a very happy camper. I mean, who could blame her? She'd just lost her husband of several years. I'd be cross, too.
Late at night I'd sometimes hear her sobbing and wished there was something I could do. I could help with the farm animals, I could set the financial affairs in order and even help with the cooking and cleaning.
But I couldn't mend Aunt Sylvia's broken heart.
What she needed was something to take her mind off her late husband. Something fun and wild and perhaps a bit dangerous. I wasn't quite sure what, but I searched the web high and low for something - anything - to cheer her up.
READ MOREThen I stumbled on it. A bimbo potion. Who wouldn't want bigger breasts? Surely that would snap my hot aunt out of her funk, right? Without a second thought, I ordered a case of the potion and waited expectantly for it to arrive.
The question was, how in the world was I going to get my very hot, very miserable 45-year-old aunt to willingly take a bimbo potion. I pondered that question until I finally stumbled on the right answer.
It didn't have to be willingly.
COLLAPSE
