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Killerangel -> RE: Me cakes ! (7/19/2014 2:43:31 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Blonderfluff
All I could think of when I read the OP, was walking on the boardwalk one hot summer night. We stopped outside of a fudge shoppe, where a man was stirring newly made fudge, in a HUGE copper kettle, in the front window. It was pretty cool to watch. Until. I watched a big, fat sweat drop, roll off of his forehead, down his cheek, and PLOP...right into the fudge. He kept stirring with the big paddle. I almost threw up.
I did not buy any fudge.
My sister and I went into an ocean boardwalk fudge shop, saw the clerk cough in the general vicinity of her hands. She apologized for coughing, didn't wash her hands, and asked if she could get anything for us. We left.
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