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July 16, 2004

We are nihilists, Lebowski

The baby-mama at work had these little candy bars made up for everyone with all the baby info (name, weight, birthday, etc.) on the wrappers. It is an adorable non-cigar item which I was really looking forward to eating, but it turns out there's an etiquette to this. Apparently, to some of the women in my office it's as wrong to eat the symbol of a baby as it would be to eat the actual baby.

The thing is, I would eat a baby if it was made out of tasty milk chocolate*. But announcing this fact did not go over as well as I had expected. So now I'm just sitting here staring at this chocolate bar which will slowly melt or go stale, even as the soul of the baby will gradually melt away to nothing or grow stale from disuse as he gets older and is forced to grind away 24 hours of every week in a thankless government job which torments him with chocolate bars he is forbidden to eat. Curse you, Adulthood, and the treats you promise but never deliver!

*whereas for the Lad a garlic bread baby might be more appealing.

Posted by didofoot at July 16, 2004 02:37 PM

Comments

yellow for androgynous! neat!

Posted by: michele at July 16, 2004 03:10 PM

What if it was an Irish baby? Then could you eat it?

Posted by: robyn at July 16, 2004 04:08 PM

I believe the kids these days say it this way :

LOL

Posted by: gene at July 16, 2004 04:15 PM

yes indeed. look out sean and progeny of sean.

Posted by: didofoot at July 16, 2004 04:23 PM

I say you wait till you get home and no ones looking and then you eat it.

Posted by: nuala at July 17, 2004 11:38 AM

If it was me, I'd wait to eat it during a meeting. And when you do, make lotsa 'mmmm' noises.

Posted by: CB at July 19, 2004 04:47 PM

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