This evening, mourning over the new shitty turn my career has taken and wondering what I could do instead, after drinking a delicious and slightly alcoholic minty Oreo shake
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There is a pizza place in Aliquippa (near where I live) where the owner just retired; he was known far and wide as the "pizza nazi" because if you didn't follow his rules (no cell phones, huddle at the back until he calls you up, don't order an odd number of slices, don't tell him the toppings when you order--those come later, no credit cards, etc), he would take your pizza out of the oven and throw it away. He threw people out of his shop all the time. Even if you did manage to actually get the pizza, he would kind of toss your change at you and always say "subsequently" as you left.
I missed out on this experience. But you could be the blueberry muffin nazi...
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I missed out on this experience. But you could be the blueberry muffin nazi...
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PS. Once I was going to make a Maine Coon hair pillow. *bg*
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We used to talk about making puppy trees. :)
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And sadly I am out of madelines.
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