Hey Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories mixed with

M-I-the-R-R-S-all as well.

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I know I say it every time, but it truly, truly does.

So thank you for being awesome.

Being awesome to one another and let's crack on with today's first story.

Much love, guys.

Now listen, big warning before we get into this first story,

you do not want to be eating whilst listening to it. Now listen, big warning before we get into this first story.

You do not want to be eating whilst listening to it.

My warnings are the only ones I can really give without giving away the whole story is food, poo, pranks.

It's absolutely grim.

So as always, please, if you think the story is not for you, feel free to skip it, timestamps are down in the descriptions below and along the timeline. Oh boy,

let's get into it. Now this next story comes from Mr. Gariboli is shit, who says, am I the

asshole for ruining my brother's wedding cake? Just to be clear, I didn't actually do anything to the cake.

Well, I'll just start from the very beginning, I guess.

Growing up, my brother and I would play pranks on each other.

I say each other, he would prank me, relentlessly.

Any of you who are younger siblings will know that there will be that one particular moment

that often comes up, even as you get older that, hey, remember when, story that they'll retell

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