tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post3427780502380624649..comments2023-10-25T03:53:11.836-04:00Comments on crabbydad: It's No Cracker Barrel, But...crabbydadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-87628072274009165872007-07-30T17:34:00.000-04:002007-07-30T17:34:00.000-04:00Nora, just call it "merde d'oiseau" and you'll be ...Nora, just call it "merde d'oiseau" and you'll be fighting people off it with a stick.<BR/><BR/>And knicksgrl0917 -- I thought you were going to Cali <I>last</I> weekend. And you already told me about your extra summer cash -- now you're just kind of being obnoxious, flaunting it like that. I get it -- you have a lotta coin and you're going to Cali. Maybe when you get there, you can buy yourself a little tact. Cripes.crabbydadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-86069177989538345982007-07-30T11:08:00.000-04:002007-07-30T11:08:00.000-04:00I really have to stop reading your blog at work. I...I really have to stop reading your blog at work. I laughed so loudly that our new CEO (who has been nicknamed “Mrs. Doubtfire” by the drivers for her stocking with sandals look) peeked in my office and asked what was so funny. <BR/><BR/>Luckily I was choking too hard to blurt out “Hell, I'm pretty sure even the birdshit that hit the Old Lady was in a heavy cream-reduction sauce.” <BR/><BR/>Plus <I>birdshit</I> and <I>heavy cream-reduction sauce</I> is not something that you want to overhear food rescue agency. <BR/>Trust me.nora leonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18060931365847924819noreply@blogger.com