The other day I read a short story. It involved food. Let's say, oh, for lack of better example, it involved pie.
By the end of that story, I wanted a piece of pie. Oh, hell, okay, it really was pie, and I went out and bought a pumpkin pie.
Can I sue the author?
It reminds me of reading Cornelia Read's Field of Darkness and the sudden cravings for potato chips and chip dip.
I gained five pounds reading that book, damn her. Please, please, please, as we approach this festive season, no more writing about FOOD!
And now that I'm finished the newest Rankin I'm officially depressed. I mean, I was a bit depressed already, but this just compounded it.
I wonder if it can be a bad thing to look forward to a book too much.
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Mmmmm... pie...
You did note the disclaimer in invisible ink that says you can't sue the blog post author, right?
Seconding Russel!
Mmmmmm... pie...
Last time I went to NYC we had dinner at Niles and I finally ordered dessert (I had been resisting). I had the best key lime pie I have ever tasted, and it wasn't even green. Oh my, I can still taste it...
Drat! If I can't sue you, can I sue whoever wrote the short story that made you buy pie, and hence prompted this post? :-)
I can post again. As me. Yay for pie. Grrrr for lawsuits about pie!
Oh, gee Bill, I can't imagine why you would be opposed to lawsuits about pie. ;)
I am also opposed to the violent overthrow of pie.
I see your future: a chain reaction of lawsuits.
I'm hungry. Thai Banana Flower Salad is on my mind.
Damn you woman! Now I want pie! I must have pie!
Oh great, Sandra, now I want pie AND potato chips with sour cream and onion soup mix dip. And what the hell is thai banana flower salad? No, don't tell me... another thing I'll want to eat.
At least I'm safe if someone writes about Jell-O salad. I'm kind of immune to that.
"At least I'm safe if someone writes about Jell-O salad."
That's just nasty. Now I don't even want any damn pie.
My old boss believed that she could make me happy to perform any kind of drudge work as long as she gave me a piece of her apple pie afterward. Turns out she was right.
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