Dem Bones
I'm not big into duck but when I saw a vegetarian option for my kosher home I bought it. Boo liked it, Kara like it, I'm still not into duck.
When I opened the package on Saturday I was amused to see the fake poultry shape... I was mortified when I flipped it over and saw spine and rib cage...Really? does this make it more convincing in its fake duck or Fuck as I like to call it. I still merge words as wrestling guy/drug dealer Jon taught me in high school, fake meat, feat, fucking ugly, fugly... you know how it goes. Which side note, i think high school lunch is the cruelest thing on earth and I still have stressful dreams of where to sit, will you know someone etc. Senior year and junior year I sat every other day with some dorks of the male persuasion. Sadly, I fit in there better than with the smart well rounded guy/girl tables where people were squooshed trying to fit in, and not just physically, or the lesbian/thespian table, I sat with them every other day. Dude, i didn't even fit in with the marching band folks which frankly i think had as much clout in the school as the sports team, they certainly won more than our football team (sorry RB).
I did get a few weeks in of hiding on the otherside of the guys before the l/t noticed I was gone from their table but still lunching with someone, it was nice for a bit before I was found out, cause boy was I ridiculed. Obviously I had the hots for all of the dorks and thats why I was sitting there. In reality, I had the hots for one, super christian straightedge dude which really would have worked out well, and the rest let me sit there and read if I so wished and didn't taunt me. In fact, I read about judiasm a lot so I was in a way that super crazy jewish gal instead of christian crazy. Damn, I hate how 4 stupid years of your life are a) looked upon so damn fondly by most and b) freaking scar us or at least stay in our brains for like, forever...effing a-.
Tangent, end, pics of creepy fake duck, commence.
When I opened the package on Saturday I was amused to see the fake poultry shape... I was mortified when I flipped it over and saw spine and rib cage...Really? does this make it more convincing in its fake duck or Fuck as I like to call it. I still merge words as wrestling guy/drug dealer Jon taught me in high school, fake meat, feat, fucking ugly, fugly... you know how it goes. Which side note, i think high school lunch is the cruelest thing on earth and I still have stressful dreams of where to sit, will you know someone etc. Senior year and junior year I sat every other day with some dorks of the male persuasion. Sadly, I fit in there better than with the smart well rounded guy/girl tables where people were squooshed trying to fit in, and not just physically, or the lesbian/thespian table, I sat with them every other day. Dude, i didn't even fit in with the marching band folks which frankly i think had as much clout in the school as the sports team, they certainly won more than our football team (sorry RB).
I did get a few weeks in of hiding on the otherside of the guys before the l/t noticed I was gone from their table but still lunching with someone, it was nice for a bit before I was found out, cause boy was I ridiculed. Obviously I had the hots for all of the dorks and thats why I was sitting there. In reality, I had the hots for one, super christian straightedge dude which really would have worked out well, and the rest let me sit there and read if I so wished and didn't taunt me. In fact, I read about judiasm a lot so I was in a way that super crazy jewish gal instead of christian crazy. Damn, I hate how 4 stupid years of your life are a) looked upon so damn fondly by most and b) freaking scar us or at least stay in our brains for like, forever...effing a-.
Tangent, end, pics of creepy fake duck, commence.
posted by Crafty and Crap at 4:48 PM
4 Comments:
I am a word-merger, too. In California, I stopped with a friend to get some food and the name of the restaurant was Swalls. I realize that the ocean has swalls, but for me, swalls are sweaty/balls.
Your FUCK is creepy. Then again, what are they gonna do - shape it like a meatloaf?
Ahem. There's a trophy in the case for our WINNING football team, thank you very much. :P
Did you know our head coach is now the defensive coordinator for the Jets?
You know, I still call that imitation crab meat "frab" thanks to good ol' John.
Those words are called portmanteaus. My Cuz and I spent several weeks writing a romance novella using portmanteaus. I especially liked when the heroine's wheamy (white + creamy) thighs were loressed (lovingly + caressed). I think romance novels would be much funnier and shorter written that way.
Oh my, that stuff is scary looking....don't know if I'd have been brave enough to eat it or not ;)
You will be happy to know that I'm really into chinese food now that we have one here in town.
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