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December 24, 2005
Tricking during the holidays brings out a whole new kind of crazy. It's like when David Banner gets all kinds of ticked off and his eyes start to roll and his body starts to turn green and expand and rip the clothes right off his back. And then The Hulk starts running the streets all freaked out and throwing cars. But when I got to my car and ripped open the cookie and took a bite when... YUCK PTOOEY BLEH. It was Double Chocolate Chunk Cherry. I HATE chocolate and cherries together. Cherries belong in a Hostess Pie. They belong in a big bowl to be popped in your mouth for the Annual Whore Family Pit Spitting Contest. I DO NOT WANT THEM CHOPPED UP IN A CHOCOLATE COOKIE. YUCK PTOOEY BLEH! Poor bastard. But you know, I've become this cherry-raving lunatic (even more so than normal, I mean) because The Clients of this season have totally lost their freaking minds. Every last one of them. But the Brides - The Brides are THE worst! I have beat my head against my steering whell more times than I can count this week. JUST STOP CALLING ME.
Posted by Foodwhore at December 24, 2005 10:21 AM
lol...Who marries these people?? Posted by: Tatyana at December 24, 2005 11:09 AM HAHAHAa this is so great, i shall read muchly of your site!!!111eleven cH3aHHHHhhhhh 0h y3Ah f0oD r0X0r5 t3H p\/\/nz0rS!!!!!!!11111eleveneleven Posted by: teDDi at December 24, 2005 12:16 PM Wit AND karmic payback... that story was worth waiting for. Get some rest during the holiday season, you've more than earned it. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! Posted by: Peggy at December 24, 2005 12:28 PM Thank goodness Mom was a standup lady. At least it's over. The caterer's life. I only did it part time, but boy, I almost never miss it. Have a great holiday, hope you're getting some time off. Posted by: B'gina at December 24, 2005 02:17 PM May the new year bring you at least one decent client who treats you like you deserve. Much love to you on Christmas. Posted by: veg4me at December 24, 2005 02:37 PM Oh my....... She only got a dollar for the dance!? Do not tell me there is no God........ :-o
Posted by: Cheryl at December 24, 2005 04:09 PM You are a true pro. Much admiration from me to you. Your friend in food, PS: I hope Cheap Cheryl gets food poisoning from her cheap caterer. Posted by: ben at December 24, 2005 04:31 PM If I knew what you look like, I'd track you down and buy you a lemon drop. A big one. Like, four liters. Posted by: Jo at December 24, 2005 06:26 PM oh my gahd. I can't believe her own mother said that. Kinda sad, even though it sounds dead on. Posted by: carly at December 24, 2005 07:34 PM You know, when your own mother says that your life is about to get gritty - and on your wedding day, no less - then you know it's going to be bad. You were a trooper, keep up the wonderful posts. Posted by: kdg at December 25, 2005 06:33 PM Thanks for the completion of the Bridezilla story! I just have to laugh...BZ's mother predicted 350 guests and you said the final count was 332. Mom was almost exactly right! Someday I hope Bridezilla apologizes to her mother. But...I doubt it will ever happen. Posted by: Robin in Ohio at December 25, 2005 09:39 PM I visit yr blog for quite some time now and lol reading it, thank you for sharing. I have to applaud mom, twice, once for the classy act and once again for having such insight. Makes me sad too, imagine you have to say that on yr daughters wedding day...brrr. Only 1 dollar? whoaah! Posted by: Baking Soda at December 25, 2005 10:42 PM What comes around goes around. You saw it happen with your buttery cellphone, and the mom saw it in her poorly-raised daughter. The daughter will see it eventually, when she's not sheltered by those who have protected her up until this point. Maybe she caught a glimpse at the dollar-dance? But it's karma, through and through. The vibe you put out is the vibe you get back. I've it bite me in the ass enough times to make me cautious: Karmic payback is a bitch. Posted by: JoAnna at December 25, 2005 11:46 PM Good gracious, you have to wonder about the sap that married Bridezilla, don't you? It's a wonder he went through with it. Gotta give her mother credit though, she certainly showed some class. Too bad her daughter didn't inherit that from her. Posted by: Mrs. Bluebird at December 26, 2005 08:12 AM Stories like this remind me again why I married with only 20 close friends and family around. Posted by: DrJ at December 26, 2005 10:19 PM unbelievable. I hope you don't take Cheap Cheryl's trick even if she coughs for a deposit. Those kind who finally pay what you ask, just slam you the whole time so they're not worth it. Thanks for sharing the story though. Posted by: speckledpup at December 27, 2005 08:02 AM Dollar dance... talk about a no-win "tradition" Either it's prostitution, or... well, I never heard of something like that happening. Embarassing. The really sad thing is that there's a guy out there now who has to live with this woman. Every day. And night. Bet he's looking for a job with lots of travel opportunities about now. Posted by: Ahistoricality at December 27, 2005 08:21 PM I have always thought the dollar dance was tacky. Posted by: Valerie at December 28, 2005 10:10 AM Posted by: acuzine does work at December 29, 2005 11:45 AM |