I love potlucks... AND im one of those people who love to bring in baked goods ... ~~~~~ Oh that voice...incredible....there should be a musical instrument called George Michael... ~~~~~ | |
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You two are E-V-I-L !!! By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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For some reason that has me
You are such a hoot John!! | |
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I should'a known better than to have her cake...after her boasting that her two dogs were the ones who got the most use out of her swimming pool at home.
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Evidently they bake, too. | |
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By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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i'm forever baking and it's just the two of us, so I always bring in the extra for my team. UFF! Is this how you all are thinking of me? I bake from scratch cinnamon rolls, cheesecake, and cookies and this is what you think of me?
I worked with a guy that would have me bake cheesecakes for him whenever I needed a favor. Needed time off, cheesecake. Needed a ride to the shop to get my car, cheesecake. Needed new music, cheesecake! Sick, needed someone to cover...you get the picture. I was his work wife. I love him like a brother though and miss him.
Shit, my cheesecake is what kept my cupcake around, who is downstairs sitting on the couch digesting the meal I prepared for him!
I don't have pets either. I guess I should stop the ooey goodness that is Mama Kat's baking and keep it at home. [Edited 10/4/10 18:52pm] | |
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I say we all organize an Org invasion at Genesia's hometown.
...and do a potluck. By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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Dogs swimming in her pool would have been enough to deter me from ANY food that woman would bring in to the office.
I used to date a guy, many years ago, whose mom had a lot of cats. When I went over to his house, these cats were everywhere: on the counters, etc. There was even one laying in the open oven on the oven rack. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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You know that's right. | |
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So, that's how it's spelled? I used that word in the "Do Your Cats Talk to You?" thread, but I spelled it "heigcnty," I think. Either way, we know, and any other black, southern woman worth her salt would know. | |
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oooh ouch...I'm hurt. "not a fan" | |
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no need to be sorry about the way I feel "not a fan" | |
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I just spelled it phonetically.
I just Googled: Urban Dictionary: hanktyHankty: (adj) to be disrespectful, selfish, ignunt, moronic, or act a fool. Note : "hankty bitch" "Love Hurts. Your lies, they cut me. Now your words don't mean a thing. I don't give a damn if you ever loved me..." -Cher, "Woman's World" | |
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That's what we're saying... most of us don't feel comfortable eating at pot luck gatherings. "Love Hurts. Your lies, they cut me. Now your words don't mean a thing. I don't give a damn if you ever loved me..." -Cher, "Woman's World" | |
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Double [Edited 10/5/10 7:04am] We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Yeah, I thought it meant like snippy or uppity. We had the basic idea... Like you said, "any other black, southern woman worth her salt would know".
"Love Hurts. Your lies, they cut me. Now your words don't mean a thing. I don't give a damn if you ever loved me..." -Cher, "Woman's World" | |
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Years ago, I used to work in a "secretary pool." I made a spinach quiche and brought a piece to work to have for lunch. We had a little oven in one of the labs, so I heated the quiche in that. Well, when the aroma hit the office, everyone and their mother was asking "What's that smelling so damn good?!" I had to share my one little piece of quiche with 5 other bitches because they just HAD to taste whatever it was that was smelling so good. That's when I learned that if you have a winning recipe for something, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! | |
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Wait - what?! You let them stick their forks into your food?! We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Spinach quiche sounds delicious! RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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I'd bring HUGE blocks of TOFU...
nothing more... A working class Hero is something to be ~ Lennon |
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We do cash prizes at my job. I entered 3 times, and haven't won any. | |
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And I'd be gagging for the rest of the day. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Something we agree on!
Sort of.
I LOVE making and bringing food to potlucks.
.......but I never eat. I'm weird about whose food I'm eating. I've reached in darkness and come out with treasure
I layed down with love and I woke up with lies Whats it all worth only the heart can measure It's not whats in the mirror but what's left inside | |
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