April 07, 2003
When I was eleven, my friends and I made Gabe Bluestein cry by convincing him that his parents were going to give him a prune cake for his birthday.
I feel that whatever miseries I suffer in my life today are a just punishment for this.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 11:43 PM
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1) Johnny said (on 04/ 8/03 at 10:45 AM):
Was there an occasion for the prune cake?
2) Jere said (on 04/ 8/03 at 11:52 AM):
So track down Gabe Bluestein and apoligize. Chances are, he doesn't even remember the incident anyway.
3) Jeff said (on 04/ 8/03 at 12:03 PM):
You say "prune" like it's a bad thing.
4) Robert said (on 04/ 8/03 at 12:03 PM):
When I was 11, four of us in the neighborhood dug a deep hole, and then covered it with a blanket. We played "follow the leader" with a heavy set girl who simply couldn't jump over the blanket. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I'm sorry, pugface. Ok, I feel better now.
5) Brian, the 646 Guy said (on 04/ 8/03 at 12:29 PM):
Well there was the time my sister made me taste cat urine....I thought it was rainwater....it's a long complicated story. I'm still traumatized by it...
6) Akasha said (on 04/ 8/03 at 12:59 PM):
I agree with Jeff. Prunes are the bomb (can I still say that?). Keeps ya regular.
7) Johnny said (on 04/ 8/03 at 01:22 PM):
Akasha... yes, you just can't say, "Da Bomb."
8) Akasha said (on 04/ 9/03 at 01:02 PM):
Eee!
9) hiram said (on 12/12/04 at 02:37 PM):
I love prune cake
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