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Author: Onideus Mad Hatter
Date: Nov 9, 2007 03:00

On Tue, 06 Nov 2007 20:33:44 GMT, "BuZZard"
wrote:
>IT WAS MY FAULT!
>the babyshower gimmick was held at the lodge this weekend.. and there I
>was.. in this big ass kitchen.. that was about to be invaded by like.. fifty
>women.. so I got the hell out of there.. and went out in the front where
>there are some sofas.. and pretty much.. sat there the rest of the day..
>until it was time to eat.. then.. we ate.. we ate big time.. and the food
>kept coming and coming... and before you knew it.. there were about sixty
>five people from several different familys sitting in the same room..
>filling themselfs on chili that I had made.. crab and lobster in some sorta
>sause.. and some thin speggetti... then we had chips and dip.. a giant
>veggie tray... with dip.. then came the super good tuna cassarole.. that
>shit was the bomb!.. *sighs*...
>Did i mention the wings? we had winghouse wings ! Dallas style.. and
>regular style.. fifty of them.. all drummies..
>then.. someone went and ordered a hundred wings from pondarosa.. there were
>two cakes.. there were oodles of soda and tons of ice.. and... well.. damn..
>that tuna cassarole.. *sighs*..
>I ate and went out to the sofa.. and sat there again.. I heard of games
>going on in there.. where the woman were.. it was scary sounding.. lots of
>balloon popping for some reason.. and.. I just dont understand the sekerets
>of the babyshower women.. they scare me too...
>well. I was sitting in the kitchen at the end of the day when.. the tuna
>cassarole came back into my life... I had no idea how this stuff would
>effect me.. no clues led me to this earlier.. but it came into play.. and I
>paid for it.. somehow.
>So there I was.. scrubbing the big ass pot that I cooked the chili in.. ya..
>i might have had it on high too long.. so there it was.. about a eighth inch
>layer of really.. really really cooked chili.. you might just wanna skip all
>the stuff.. and just go ahead and call it burnt.. and its a big ass pot..
>the bottom was at least.. 20 inches wide.. and about two feet deep or
>more.and I have this pityful scrubby thing. and a spoon.. I am scraping the
>burn chili out with a spoon! like.. I had to carve the bottom out.. and it
>took me over an hour to do! So I am near the end.. that last three inch
>square section I had left for the end cuz it was the thickest and hardest
>part to get off.. and i was pissed off.. cuz this is a babyshower and I aint
>suppose to be here.. at all PERIOD.. and there i am.. sweating over a
>friggen pot of water soaked burnt chili son of a bitchen stuff.. when that
>tuna cassarole came back in the kitchen and got sat down next to me.. and
>there it sat.. quite a bit left.. considering it was just brought in.. about
>30 minutes prior to the end of the shower.. so it was looking soooo goood..
>then the roomate left the room.. and i was alone.. for four minutes...
>tops.. with the tuna cassarole.. while still.. scrubbing and scraping this
>burnt pot.. and another woman walked in.. and started to clean up around...
>and about me.. and i was splashing all over the place.. sweating.. and she
>ask.. "what should I do with this tuna cassarole?"
>I paused for a second.. then.. thought..
>hmm.. its a woman thing.. so I said to her..
>"I dont know... what is it?" she says.. leadingly.. "Just tuna cassarole".
>So I say.. interestedly.. "how long has it been out?" Then she said..
>negatively "its been out for a while".. then I ask unsureably... "throw it
>out?".. and she agreeably said "I think so".. and she threw it out.. and i
>sorta paused again.. and looked away so i didnt witness the death of the
>tuna cassarole.. and then it became a fleeing thought.. not to be thought
>about ever again.. and went back to srubbing the end of the hard as stone
>burnt chili...... when the roomate came back in with freezer baggies.. for
>... yes.. thats right.. the tuna cassarole.. that everyone but this grim
>reaper of tuna cassarole had walked in..
>Oh man.. and for some reason.. it ALL BECAME MY FAULT!... I even explained..
>and pointed out exactly who actually did it.. but.. it was my fault.. that
>stuff was fresh as the day is new.. and its sitting in the trash can... that
>had a brand new cake box on top of it.. and the bag was brand new and prolly
>sanatized.. yet.. it was inside the can.. in a container..
>Yes.. i suggested she take it back out..
>*sighs*.. I am still mentally scarred from the verbal repercussions..
>The wings were good.

Tuna tastes like shit...where's the problem? Not to mention the fact
that if it HAD been out that long...yeah, it NEEDED to be thrown out.
Those dumb bitches are lucky I wasn't around, cause I would have
"chewed" them out (pardon the pun) over the dangers of food poisoning
and making their stupid selves sick.

--

Onideus Mad Hatter
mhm ¹ x ¹
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