Well, I've been ranting and raving for a while about how Bekki and I ordered some chocolates from the neighbor-boy, Austin. I wrongly assumed that his momma had stolen the $9 to buy cigarettes or Willie had eaten the chocolates after coming home stoned. The other night Austin and his momma came over with the chocolates. They were cappuccino truffles. Pure Heaven.I suppose the moral is 'Judge not lest ye be judged'. Back in Charleston we had an Atlanta Bread Company and a Yankee Candle Shop right next door to each other in this quaint little shopping area. I could never remember the name of either store so I inevitably ended up referring to both stores as Ye Old Yankee Bread Shop. I think the 'Ye' came from Ye Old Fashioned Ice Cream which was across town. I'm not quite sure.
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I only commented because I saw "chocolate" typed in the post. Pointless? Maybe.
Oh. Following your blog? Awesome. Not being able to see your updates for no obvious reason? Not cool at all.
Just informing you.
Don't be so racist against white people next time, Mike.
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