My parents all told me about them. You know the starving people in India.
Well you know what? Fuck them. If they can't get a job at Dell customer service then they deserve to die.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Some people have no class.
There are people starving in India and you are making fun of food.
My parents all told me about them. You know the starving people in India.
Well you know what? Fuck them. If they can't get a job at Dell customer service then they deserve to die.
Can't I just go back to my zucchini?
My parents all told me about them. You know the starving people in India.
Well you know what? Fuck them. If they can't get a job at Dell customer service then they deserve to die.
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Zuchs season over. It is winter squash time.
Again with the penis reference. There is a recurring theme to this series of posts.
Shrinkage. Irish. Microscope. Big dog. Ears of corn. Zucchini.
I think you have fond memories of this vacation.
Or not.
In my house it was the Chinese kids who were starving. Though I wasn't a picky eater so I didn't hear that refrain often. My problem was spinach. So my Mom solved that problem by serving the spinach premixed into mashed potatoes. That green and cream mixture fascinated me for some reason. I can still remember staring at it for forever (in kid time) before diving in. Hey, Proust had his madeleine; I have my mashed potatoes and spinach.
Spinach at our house was combined with crushed Dutch Rusk, which gave the spinach a different texture and turned it into something close to comfort food.
Petting zoos and horse rides can make for fond memories too.
My mother told me the starving kids in China would gladly eat what was being served for supper. I said, "Well, you can send them this, because I'm not eating it." They should have disowned me.
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