My dad sent me one of those stereotypical old person (bless your fifty-one-and-one-day year old soul, Daddy) emails about some woman dying and wanting to be buried with a fork in her hand because when she was at potlucks as a kid, her grandma always told her to keep her fork after the main dish because the best was yet to come and she knew that when she died the best was yet to come or some bull shit like that. In response to Sriracha's* comment; Fruit on the Bottom yogurt is my little reminder that the worst is yet to come.
*Notice the link? Courtesy of Sri, Linking Guru.
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as frustrating as it is, i almost like fruit on the bottom yogurt.
okay, do you remember those weird yogurt things that had like plain (meaning vanilla) yogurt on one side and then a little plastic partition and then some fruit or fudgy stuff on the other side? i know i do. and i think this is my fruit on the bottom story (sounds like a documentary in the making, n'est-ce pas?).
i would always eat all the yogurt and then eat the goo stuff, whatever it was, because it was better. same thing with fruit on the bottom, or that nasty layered pudding. it was fun to eat things in layers.
moral of the story:
massey has an A-1 body and a face to match but is absolutely nuts.
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