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Closet Monkey
March 14, 2005
Somewhere on a hook in a Coat Closet hang 2 young boys who couldn't keep their hands off the fish or the prime rib, and who couldn't stop dipping their fingers in cocktail sauce.
They were given "The Look", and then they were asked nicely. After the third time, well.
If you get close to the Coat Closet you can hear the faint sounds of someone whimpering.
But don't worry. The boys are unharmed. They were given snacks and water.
The whimpering would actually be the sound of their parents...
...who were locked in the broom closet down the hall.
Posted by Foodwhore at March 14, 2005 10:28 AM
So you finally snapped?
Run for the hills, people, the Food Whore has run amok!
Posted by: Cobby at March 14, 2005 02:48 PM
Run for the hills, hell. I'm applauding her initiative. (And saluting with a pitcher of lemon drops.)
Posted by: Peggy at March 14, 2005 03:13 PM
