Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


Dear Guy.

Dear Guy,

Miss Manners has authorized me to be so impolite as to bring this up. The only reason to break an evening's engagement with a young lady is death or hospitalization. (Yours, or a member of your immediate family.) The only acceptable reason not to telephone the aforementioned young lady, and inform her that plans must be cancelled is your own death.

I will be checking the Baltimore Sun's obituary column Sunday, and certainly do hope to see your name in it.


A stood-up Special Sauce
(Who really doesn't hope you are dead, but is really quite disappointed in you.)


Blogger Mr. Math said...

hey I have enough problems whoever he was he's got issues. He could have at least called.

10:38 PM  
Blogger Ghost of Goldwater said...

Men! *theatrical sigh*

7:47 AM  
Blogger luz de la luna said...

Somebody deserves a swift kick to the nuts ;)

Best Wishes
La Luna

5:26 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

If you saw my recent entry about the Artist, you know how I feel about getting stood up (or even people appearing to have stood me up through lateness and inability or refusal to use phones.)

Sorry about that. Glad you had a safe and happy new year though hon! Maybe Sars will get back on the ball now...j/k.

Happy new thing from parcequilfaut and the three kitties.

2:39 AM  
Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Personally, I hope you find him in the obits. :-) Unforgivable. Completely unforgivable.

I got stood up once...on my birthday...by my flamingly gay friend Scott...who was supposed to take me to MY BIRTHDAY PARTY! Yeah, the party happened but I wasn't there. Where was I? I was still sitting at the bar where I was supposed to meet Scott. Where was Scott? Hell only knows. He made it to the party, though. Apparently, I'm the only person who didn't. How do I know this? Because Scott told me all about it the next day when I called to ask him what the hell happened. I even got to see photos. What a crappy b'day. Some nice people at the bar bought me drinks until my boyfriend showed up, though. At least I got drunk for free. Oh, wait, I would have done that at the party. With my friends. If Scott had ever shown up. Not like I'm bitter or anything.

Anyway, back to the point: obituaries. Totally keeping my fingers crossed. Jackass.

8:20 AM  

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