Don't know if I posted this here before
I once made a batch of cookies called "Apricot Bastards"
They were supposed to be Apricot Pinwheels
But the wax paper broke
And they turned into a homogeneous mess
Of walnuts,
apricot jam,
and dough
I rolled them up anyway
And shipped them away
They were so delicious, someone got shot at.
I don't know why, but "apricot bastards" tickles me in the same place as crickem nigfops. :lulz:
A caudre of discordian wimmins.
Making stuff.
The meter would be so much better if I could finish with "someone got shot."
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 26, 2013, 12:58:50 AM
The meter would be so much better if I could finish with "someone got shot."
Stabbed works.
But someone legitimately got shot at, and the cookies were a key point of the altercation. Mind you, the quality of the cookies were not a relevant factor in events, but it was mentioned in the ill-fated text message.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 26, 2013, 01:10:31 AM
But someone legitimately got shot at, and the cookies were a key point of the altercation. Mind you, the quality of the cookies were not a relevant factor in events, but it was mentioned in the ill-fated text message.
Wow. You bastards take your cookies
seriously.
This is why I don't ship baked goods anymore.
I once got forced at gunpoint to make an entire batch of Raspberry Fuckyouniggas for the circus act opening for Mitt Romney and the Amoebas at the Irving in NY.
But I got my revennge.
That wasn't Marzipan, fuckers.
Now I want a rudely named baked goods party :argh!: