tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034299.post2590774583949031267..comments2023-06-01T04:48:42.058-05:00Comments on Epiphenita: pfftEpiphenitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12068437430680616468noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034299.post-36560225017106573352008-01-05T12:08:00.000-06:002008-01-05T12:08:00.000-06:00me too, me too!me too, me too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034299.post-84997853693011143412008-01-01T12:53:00.000-06:002008-01-01T12:53:00.000-06:00To clarify, the fuckups were mostly in the process...To clarify, the fuckups were mostly in the process, not so much in the end result.<BR/><BR/>Of course, you keep complimenting my cooking and before you know it you'll have a standing invitation to dinner. Devious bastard, you.epiphenitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02539371788492599165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7034299.post-89205410565254761512007-12-26T22:19:00.000-06:002007-12-26T22:19:00.000-06:00Unlike the string of fuckups that were my Thanksgi...<EM>Unlike the string of fuckups that were my Thanksgiving experience,</EM><BR/><BR/>Ha - perception is reality, and the perception from this side of the table was that the meal was very good, with good company and good times. <BR/><BR/>"Fuckups" were not to be seen anywhere, except for that darling word you perforated into one of the pies :P<BR/><BR/>So there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com