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January 28, 2006

Posted by Foodwhore at January 28, 2006 06:16 PM

I'm pretty sure that the Geneva convention allows you to discount any criticism from nose-pickers, crotch-scratchers or any person wearing a mullet.

Posted by: Mensch71 at January 28, 2006 06:51 PM

Ew. Very very ew.

Posted by: Alida at January 29, 2006 12:17 AM

Had you been in Europe nose/ear picking would barely be a distraction.
*Always* listen to complainers. Discount them when possible; but consider whether they might not,in fact, have a point.
Maybe, just maybe, they're 1/2 right.

Posted by: willson at January 29, 2006 07:59 AM

I always listen - always.


People who ignore criticism often fail.

Posted by: The Food Whore at January 29, 2006 01:26 PM

First I'm reading about books covered in human skin (Angela at Seriously Brilliant Stuff), now nose picking complainers. My gross-o-meter is maxing out.

Posted by: tankeduptaco at January 29, 2006 09:24 PM

I'd be tempted to look her square in the eye and say "did you get it yet?"

Posted by: Shrinking Violet at January 30, 2006 06:17 PM

Just wanted to say Congrats regarding your previous post. Way to GO!

Posted by: Relocated TX Friend at January 31, 2006 07:40 PM

I think that most people can distinguesh a real boiled and mashed potato from reconstituted cardboard. And where does she get off saying nobody makes mashed potatoes anymore? I would hate to be at her house during Thanksgiving. She probably makes a meal fit to serve astronauts on a tour of duty on the space station...

I totally would have pulled the food industry card, something along the lines of, "well, when I turn a trick, I don't like when my customers say, 'hey, are those real?'" I would have stood back and watched her stammer and trip all over herself. Betcha she'd figure out how to make some dang rice!

Posted by: Chels E. at February 1, 2006 06:55 AM

Eeeewwwwweeeeee! grain of salt dear.

Posted by: chronicler at February 1, 2006 09:24 AM

"And I only know about the mortician thing because 2 years ago they put enough make-up on my Uncle Lynn, he looked like a dancer from the Moulin Rouge."

BWHAHAHAHA! Thanks for that! My sister's fiance died last fall and someone forgot to let the folks at the funeral home in on one eensy detail- he was ruddy and tan. When they were done with the body, the dear man looked like a porcelain doll and it was pretty unbearable to look at.

This was the first time I've laughed about that. Thank you :-)

Posted by: Liz at February 1, 2006 11:17 AM

 
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