Whereas by “macaroon” I’m sure you intend a left-handed slur against desert items of color. A clearly racist misrepresentation of high-caloric nuggets based solely on your prejudicial predisposition against allowing non-conforming apertifs into your narrow-minded ego-centric worldview construct.
I watched game 5 of the NLCS. Phat Albert did his thing. I refused to watch game 6. Oswalt did his thing. That does it, gonna watch hockey for a week. Go Kings!
Mmmmm. Macaroons.
Not like the macro fiction of that blinker-blankin’ armadillo, eh Goldstein?
/not that I still feel used & cheated or anything…
Whereas by “macaroon” I’m sure you intend a left-handed slur against desert items of color. A clearly racist misrepresentation of high-caloric nuggets based solely on your prejudicial predisposition against allowing non-conforming apertifs into your narrow-minded ego-centric worldview construct.
Pig.
tw: “closed,” as in: minded. I rest my case.
The other six: “I’m too proud and lazy to fetch those macaroons for my piehole, you sexy bitch. Bring ‘em now before I get royally pissed.”
Go Astros!!!
Uh, you may have jinxed things…
You’re Jewish. The answer is ALWAYS Mallomars.
OK. That’s the last Astros game I watch. They lose everytime I watch. Sigh!
If they lost every time I watched, St Louis would be in the series where they belong. Where the hell were you last week?!?!?!
“Gluttonous” (an alternate Cold Fury micro fiction)
“What is that chocolate mess on your fing … hey, who ate all the macaroons?”
I watched game 5 of the NLCS. Phat Albert did his thing. I refused to watch game 6. Oswalt did his thing. That does it, gonna watch hockey for a week. Go Kings!
No. Those are my chocolate macaroons.
Say it with me: “mine.”
Jeff covered envy, Joe got gluttony, and Ian fairly well did greed. Only 4 more more deadly sins of the macaroon to go!
te: within, as in “macaroons are not within my power to resist”.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s macaroon.
AH-HEM…
Getting a little too close to my schtick, aren’t we?
Harumf.
“Yeah, I ate ‘em. What are you gonna do about it?”
So I sigh,and sweat
To heare this Makeron talke in vaine: For yet,
Either my humour, or his owne to fit,
He like a priviledg’d PIE
I’m donne.
I guess sitting around waiting for the free talking macaroons could be categorized as sloth.
“Hey, where’d all the Macaroons go?”
“Mnn dnnno…”
SB: forces
Greed and Gluttony
“HEY!!! WHO ATE ALL THE Ù£U墄ÂING MACAROONS!!!???”
TW: “wrath.” Well, duh.
my macaroons are the best! all others pale in comparison.
tw: believe, i believe that covers pride.