I Stole His Little Debbie Snack Cakes
Paybacks can be hell and I have finally gotten even with that asshole Tom Anus.
A few weeks ago, he stole my clothes after we had sex and I fell asleep. He didn't even leave me my underwear or shoes. What a low class guy.
I got him good this morning. He left his Little Debbie Snack Cakes on his desk. They were the Zebra kind – you know, a delicious yellow cake filled with creme and trimmed with fudge stripes. Sooooooooooo good.
What goes around comes around. That’s what I always say. I’m eating Little Debbie right now.
- Brandy Edwards
(Photo from Little Debbie Website)
Today's posts were so bad on so many levels. Maybe that's why I laughed so hard.
Posted by: Dee | February 26, 2008 at 04:19 PM
I must agree with Dee. But why did I go out today and buy some Little Debbies?
Posted by: GARY | February 26, 2008 at 06:11 PM
You will see Tennessee on Debbie's label. That means she is a fine Southern girl who would never consent to being eaten--except by cousins--in the way implied.
Posted by: David E. Gallaher | February 26, 2008 at 07:35 PM