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I really want to KILL my grandmother...
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Juice Authority
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My grandmother's whole world revolves around her cooking. She's a traditional Italian woman with set values and customs. She doesn't understand all this women's liberation stuff. They don't make them like her anymore. 
Man,. I just got done writing a LONG thank you letter to my GRandfather, guy was there way more for ur than my dad at times. Appreciate the cookies man, how would your grandma feel if she read this thread?
benevolent anarchist
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We’re originally from Philadelphia, famous for cheese-steaks, soft pretzels, German bakeries, and, err, uh, crime and oil refineries.
Throughout my teens and into my adulthood, whenever my grandmother would come down for a weekend visit she would bring me a famous filthadelphia german butter-cake. I never knew why—I just thought she was being Grandma, so I never asked.
As the years went by, I really started to hate those damn butter-cakes. I’d force a slice down when she was around, but it would quickly find its way into the trashcan as soon as she’d leave. Even now, just writing this post I get a queasy feeling just thinking about a damn german butter-cake.
So finally when she was like 86 years old I broke down and asked her why she always brought me a butter-cake when she came down from Philly.
Apparently one time when I was a little boy, she gave me a piece of butter-cake and I said that I liked it. Sheesh! Imagine that? A little kid liking something sweet. Because of that one little “mmm, yummy”, I was sentenced to a life of butter-cakes.
Oh well, her heart was in the right place. May she rest in piece.
Throughout my teens and into my adulthood, whenever my grandmother would come down for a weekend visit she would bring me a famous filthadelphia german butter-cake. I never knew why—I just thought she was being Grandma, so I never asked.
As the years went by, I really started to hate those damn butter-cakes. I’d force a slice down when she was around, but it would quickly find its way into the trashcan as soon as she’d leave. Even now, just writing this post I get a queasy feeling just thinking about a damn german butter-cake.
So finally when she was like 86 years old I broke down and asked her why she always brought me a butter-cake when she came down from Philly.
Apparently one time when I was a little boy, she gave me a piece of butter-cake and I said that I liked it. Sheesh! Imagine that? A little kid liking something sweet. Because of that one little “mmm, yummy”, I was sentenced to a life of butter-cakes.
Oh well, her heart was in the right place. May she rest in piece.
Gigantasor
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Dude I'll kill her for a part of 32 mill.... and some cookies.
J/K You gotta love anyone that will send you free food man. Shit I would kill someone for a cookie right now.
J/K You gotta love anyone that will send you free food man. Shit I would kill someone for a cookie right now.
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