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| » Site title: Heart to Hearth Cookery with Susan McLellan Plaisted » Site description: Hands-on classes, demos, slide and lecture programs for colonial and Native American cooking from the 17th through 20th centuries. |
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"Finish your lima beans or you''re not getting any heroin for dessert!"
"If you don''t stop that this instant, I''ll have Grandma perform another striptease for you."
"If this plexiglass wasn''t between us, I''d wash your mouth out with soap, young man."
"Do you want me to put a tofu burrito in your pants? Well? Do You?!"
"Billy Bob, you finish them chores or Sis ain''t goin'' to the prom with ya!"
"Eat your brussel sprouts, or Mommy won''t love you anymore."
"Lyle, Erik -- either behave, or go to your suites!"
"If you don''t eat your peas, Chelsea, I''ll make you stay at the Gingrich''s house!"
"Don''t make me put you back in the womb!"
"As long as you live under this roof, you''re *going* to wear that dress, young man!"
"You just wait til your father gets paroled!"
"Stop crying, Lourdes, or Uncle Dennis will kick you in the groin."
"Young lady, don''t make me send you to the Citadel!"
and the Number 1 Threat Used in Dysfunctional Families...
"All right, Little Mister, no more time in the sheep pen for you!"
December 26, 1999
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I''m writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter.
I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school.
I''m not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.
What balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle, and a pair of socks? What the fuck were you thinking you fat son of a bitch?!
That you have taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn''t fucked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys that he can''t even walk into his house.
Don''t let me see you trying to fit your big ass down my chimney next year. I''ll fuck you up. I''ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you''ll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn''t get me that fucking bike.
FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you''ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Sincerely,
Little Johnny