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Various candy related observations...
Nov. 20th, 2007 10:42 amYeah, alright, bear with me, would ya?
Question 1:
I made cakes with Beckett the other day, the instant packet kind with a theme. The theme being Bob the Builder. The Bob the Builder cakes came with candy sprinkles, meant to portray something. The yellow sprinkle was obviously Bob the Builder himself, in outline form, I'm not blind, even I could see that. But the orange one... I'm sorry, but could someone help me out?
( Bob's hammer and tongs? Help me out, what is this??? )
I have already made it quite clear that I have a dirty mind, but honestly, what the hell is this supposed to be? Apart from the obvious crudely drawn cock 'n balls. Best guess wins a prize, I don't watch Bob the Builder that intently, maybe I've missed something.
Question 2:
Have a look at this...
( No seriously, have a good long look at the amusing nig nog )
The other half and I seem to be the only ones in the whole of Holland bothered by the St. Nicholas holiday. Because honestly, the above BOTHERS ME. GREATLY. But it doesn't seem to bother anyone else, not even black people. Now obviously I don't speak for black people, and it's not my job to tell them what to be offended by, but COME ON! WHAT THE COCKING FUCK???
I shall tell you about the weekend. We went to see St. Nicholas arriving from Spain in his steamboat, this was at my parents' house by the river. He was, as usual, preceded by a team of blacked-up Black Piets who came to amuse the gathered crowd with sing alongs and such. We were watching from the balcony. We watched a good ten minutes of this strange gathering and then I burst into laughter. I just couldn't seriously watch this crowd of honkies (my parents live in a rough part of town, man, it's just up from trailer park, it really is, I find the fact that they built this really expensive, giant, security-doored flat just at the border of skid row really quite offensive, but that's another story) clapping and laughing at these little dancing sambos. There was something so medieval about it, I had to go inside and take a few deep breaths. And the Dutch are normally SO politically correct about freaking everything (Actually, as a woman, I have found that that is in fact mostly superficial waffling. Equality is not really high on the agenda here.) But this... they constantly harp on about how it's traditional and there's nothing wrong with it. I just don't get it. IS IT JUST ME?? I like how American friends of ours always do a wee jaw-drop at the whole thing. It's JUST SO WRONG.
My next picture shall be of my shaved pussy, I did promise. Stay tuned.
Question 1:
I made cakes with Beckett the other day, the instant packet kind with a theme. The theme being Bob the Builder. The Bob the Builder cakes came with candy sprinkles, meant to portray something. The yellow sprinkle was obviously Bob the Builder himself, in outline form, I'm not blind, even I could see that. But the orange one... I'm sorry, but could someone help me out?
( Bob's hammer and tongs? Help me out, what is this??? )
I have already made it quite clear that I have a dirty mind, but honestly, what the hell is this supposed to be? Apart from the obvious crudely drawn cock 'n balls. Best guess wins a prize, I don't watch Bob the Builder that intently, maybe I've missed something.
Question 2:
Have a look at this...
( No seriously, have a good long look at the amusing nig nog )
The other half and I seem to be the only ones in the whole of Holland bothered by the St. Nicholas holiday. Because honestly, the above BOTHERS ME. GREATLY. But it doesn't seem to bother anyone else, not even black people. Now obviously I don't speak for black people, and it's not my job to tell them what to be offended by, but COME ON! WHAT THE COCKING FUCK???
I shall tell you about the weekend. We went to see St. Nicholas arriving from Spain in his steamboat, this was at my parents' house by the river. He was, as usual, preceded by a team of blacked-up Black Piets who came to amuse the gathered crowd with sing alongs and such. We were watching from the balcony. We watched a good ten minutes of this strange gathering and then I burst into laughter. I just couldn't seriously watch this crowd of honkies (my parents live in a rough part of town, man, it's just up from trailer park, it really is, I find the fact that they built this really expensive, giant, security-doored flat just at the border of skid row really quite offensive, but that's another story) clapping and laughing at these little dancing sambos. There was something so medieval about it, I had to go inside and take a few deep breaths. And the Dutch are normally SO politically correct about freaking everything (Actually, as a woman, I have found that that is in fact mostly superficial waffling. Equality is not really high on the agenda here.) But this... they constantly harp on about how it's traditional and there's nothing wrong with it. I just don't get it. IS IT JUST ME?? I like how American friends of ours always do a wee jaw-drop at the whole thing. It's JUST SO WRONG.
My next picture shall be of my shaved pussy, I did promise. Stay tuned.
