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this is the ' bombe' ,merely a french word for the form of the cake but we didn't put it on the menu right after 9/11. come on- it's not bomb -boom boom tnt-, ok, and it wasn't a fucking bomb anyway but airplanes. stupidity poising as sensitivity. this is the same company that originally didn't want to put the dulce de leche on the thanksgiving menu because, i guess, they thought it was too spic-y or something. now it's our best selling cake. weren't the spanish here first fucking over the indiginous populations and giving them STDs anyway?
needless to say there's enough liquor in this bad boy for people to be putting on the ' bombe goggles' and screwing ugly ass people at the company christmas party.mmm pour me another 3 fingers of cake and let's get gone.
branided cherries, whip cream , gamache, marble cake, white chocolate ganache.
and let us not talk about drunken christmas party...there is an embarrassing story waiting for you...
generally, at any party, i end up with the pets...score! or any teenagers present...lots of heavy pet petting but that's about it.
i dug Hal out( and snapped the damn antennea off- i forgot it was on the roof!) and now im waitng for this traffic shit to end and some salt to be thrown down. i will definitely come by and dig you out before i go to work. im thinking i'll wait until night. they say 128 and 93 are packed both ways so there's no sense of me heading to the muffin mines until it thins out and ive no time i have to be there. leave your phone number in my email mrmittensatearthlinkdotnet or my live journal email...