Featuring Fay’s Gift Shop, where you can get anything you want except, of course, Fay. Shop at your own risk. Ogres not included.
This is from “stinky alley.” All I’m going to say about that is, “told ya it was a good place. Told ya, told ya, told ya.” Yes, it’s true, the stinky alley fun’s only beginning.
Ok, for the ipod engravings, I’ve narrowed down the field to the following:
“It’s like rearranging deck chairs on the titanic”
“Einstein, James Bond, and Batman all rolled into one”
“Pod Pod Piddle, Click Me in the Middle”
“You can never get silence anywhere nowadays”
“In wisdom gathered over time I have found…”
“I’m so screwed and nobody left $20 at my bedside”
You must pick from the list. You must, or I shall hunt you down, kill you, and then banish your remains from Carol’s Little World. Well, ok, maybe I won’t go that far. (Please, I’m asking nicely, in a sort-of dictator-y kind of way.)
And finally, in Evil Baked Good news, I ran into one of the bakers in the hallway the other day. It was his birthday so I wished him a happy birthday.
He said, “It was my birthday yesterday. Does that make me Evil?”
Gosh, I just hate it when your Evil nemesis is armed with chocolate, read up on your website, and knows how to spell. (That and they seem to have cornered the market on ALL the vices around here, not just the “gooey chocolately baked goodness” variety. Liquor, gambling, sullen teenagers, anyone?)
Until next time…
