In Rapid Succession
I inhaled the following food items in rapid succession yesterday at my nephew’s birthday party:
- a handful (possibly two) of milkduds
- several handfuls of Lay’s BBQ potato chips
- an Oreo cookie
- two vanilla cupcakes
Shameful, I know, and made worse by the fact that my husband refused all food offered his way. Sometimes you just want someone to participate with you, someone to share the guilt so you don’t feel like such a fucking pigface whore. Probably I should have thought about this before I married a monk, but I didn’t and now my fate as a pigface whore is sealed.
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In my experience, children’s birthday parties require at least this much pigfaceedness in order to forestall what would otherwise be a merciful suicide. Probably it would have been even more helpful to have combined it with EL’s recipe in the previous post.
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