No… I’m in a fight with a feminist… evidently I’m wrong… I’m called Betty Crocker as a put down… someone 1( yrs my senior,,, can’t see what I see… I like to cook for my husband… but something is wrong with me… I think grey haired , grizzled men are sexy,,, but something is wrong with me… everything is wrong with me because I’m not a liberal roastie…
I really think people are crazy and dumb a bucket of rocks… thinking back… to a place I worked, everyone chipped in to buy a store bought cake for birthdays, I had a manager I really liked , so I made him a homemade German chocolate cake… he said it was delicious and I know you made this,,, how much did everyone chip in… I told him jackshit nothing… we got into an argument over the 20 bucks he handed me… I felt bad for taking it,, he said those asshats should respect my work… my manager paid for his own birthday cake… had I decided to go to Walmart… no money from him and no work from me… but mutual respect… and yes it was my fault… I knew German chocolate was his favorite… he covered my ass when I got threw under the bus. So that was the least I could do.
No… I’m in a fight with a feminist… evidently I’m wrong… I’m called Betty Crocker as a put down… someone 1( yrs my senior,,, can’t see what I see… I like to cook for my husband… but something is wrong with me… I think grey haired , grizzled men are sexy,,, but something is wrong with me… everything is wrong with me because I’m not a liberal roastie…
She’s jealous I bet.
I really think people are crazy and dumb a bucket of rocks… thinking back… to a place I worked, everyone chipped in to buy a store bought cake for birthdays, I had a manager I really liked , so I made him a homemade German chocolate cake… he said it was delicious and I know you made this,,, how much did everyone chip in… I told him jackshit nothing… we got into an argument over the 20 bucks he handed me… I felt bad for taking it,, he said those asshats should respect my work… my manager paid for his own birthday cake… had I decided to go to Walmart… no money from him and no work from me… but mutual respect… and yes it was my fault… I knew German chocolate was his favorite… he covered my ass when I got threw under the bus. So that was the least I could do.