I have come into possession of some very old candy. Very old. Well... maybe old. There's pink plastic as part of the packaging. I'm not sure if it was added at a later point, or if it is original.
At a recent family reunion, an aunt was giving away a number of knick-knacks of my great-grandmother's. For some reason, she gifted me with the very old candy. I'm not quite sure why people kept it around.
They appear to be some sort of pastry bag, surrounding a filling of candied fruit and something... perhaps pure eeeevil.
I thought I'd get my gullible friend to eat it. But I realized he was standing on my carpet. But, none of you are on my carpet... so, would anyone like to call dibs?
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
They can have my girly drink when they pry it from my cold, dead hands
As if it wasn't shameful enough that I have the drinking habits of a teenage girl, the Utah AG would like to remove my beloved girly drinks from the grocery store.
I think this means I need to start drinking out of spite.
I think this means I need to start drinking out of spite.
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