She never read fortunes, because she felt it was like reading the last page of a book first – she didn’t want to know what was going to happen, she just wanted it to happen.
A quick clean-up is in order before Shirley’s son Mordecai makes his weekly visit and discovers mom makes exceptions to her strictly kosher diet.
Jenny couldn’t remember is she was supposed to take Ecstasy on a full stomach or not…
A United Nations burp of sorts, with at least three countries from her last three meals, all representing and waving their flags, so to speak.
Her heart was broken open like a fortune cookie after dinner, and she would never be the same again.
The Hot and Sour soup was delicious…..THE FORTUNE COOKIE gave her INDIGESTION!!!!
She shuddered to see her life in a fortune cookie: clear loyalties to her three siblings, twelve cats, twenty-three co-workers, thirty-six Precious Moments figurines, thirty-nine Facebook friends, and eighteen former lovers.
And so I ate my Egg Foo Young and in 3 hours I’ll be trying to remember if I had dinner!
When all is said and done, a good friend is fortune ate to have.
The aftermath of the divorce littered the home, leaving no room untouched, sharing smells with the postman and leftover Chinese food with rats.
Why does everyone else feel compelled to eat Chinese food with sticks?
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