An excerpt from an email from my wife today:
Why? Because my wife is special.
That’s scary, right there. Downright scary… In a number of ways.
<shudder>
So…
What you’re really saying, here, is that your wife’s pie is “special.”
Well, I guess you would know…
What?!
I suppose this is what is known as a hijack?
An aquaintance of mine was at Taco ____ and was trying to find out what the meat was available in one of their products. (he was in the drive through) the chick inside, was NOT getting it… so finally he leans out the window and gets his mouth right up to the microphone and says, “BEEF?..CHICKEN?.. OR OTHER?” Long pause.
She says, “its the kind of meat we make here at Taco ______”
Maybe the special pie guy was this chicks brother?
[homer simpson]
mmmmm…piiii-iiiie…
[/homer simpson]
McDonald’s must be having trouble selling their seasonal custard pie.
“Why is it special?”
“Because I put my Special Sauce on it.”
“Err… I’ll have the salad.”
Just make sure you don’t order the Bleu cheese dressing…
when come back bring special pie
When I think of “special pie guy,” I think of this guy!
Am I the only person thinking of SNL’s Church Lady here?
“Oh, so that pie is ‘special’? You like that pie, don’t you? Well, let’s think here. Who would have made that pie? Hmmm hmmm hmmm. Oh, I don’t know…maybe SATAN???”
I found out afterwards that this is exactly what the pie was. My wife said it was some peppermint/vanilla custard pie. The McD guy that said this to her was actually a manager.
I know that this was from “Something Awful,” but did it originate somewhere else?