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Meatloaf madness, Mimi Bobeck gift sets & 101 stupid ways to get yourself killed
Today, I moved a complete pallet of returned orders to the locked cage they are stored in. That's 100 orders, folks. That represents 100 pissed off people I must call now and try to make happy.
May you all pray for my continued high-tolerance of ass-holing. Any and all prayer is welcomed. In return for your thoughts and well wishes, you may recieve a nifty Mimi Bobeck brandtm gift set (retail value $1.98 while supplies (0) last.)
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Went to the grocery store tonight for milk and deodorant. Walked out with $70 worth of crap. Came home to make meatloaf, only to come to a shocking realization: Back in that oh-so-well-thought-out-and-wise-beyond-reason move I make in February, I sold all my mixing bowls. One has to get creative when one wishes to make meatloaf without the aid of a bowl. I suppose if pastry chefs can make bread dough without a bowl, I should probably just rise above this minor setback. NOTE TO SELF: Buy some mixing bowls for pity's sake!
And all of the preceding is a testament to how much I cook. So there ya go.
What Pattern Are You?
Thanks you. You've spoken my mind tonight.
But now I will leave you all with today's installment of How Stupid Was This Guy?
Sorry, you'll have to follow the link to get me here. But what? Did this guy just wake up one day and say, "You know, I think I'll take a stripper and a million dollars in gold and diamonds on an out of state trip. Why? Because I think the stripper's armed boyfriend would really like to find me in her hotel room showing her the family jewels."
Poor sucker. But really... what did he expect?
7:23 pm - 08.20.02
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