Bad Customers: May they rot in hell

Well, here is a great story about a very bad customer. This fellow, bought some chocolates from a great chocolate shop. What did he buy, he bought ancho chili chocolates. Hot and spicy. Did he complain that there weren't hot enough. No!

Panty waist boy complained that they were too hot and wanted the chocolate manufacturer to actually replace it with the same confection but less hot. Is that incredible! The guy is a total freak. Not only is he a whimp but things that ooh, if I complain enough, I should get something new.

What a dick. This pissed me off.

Wil Wheaton you have crossed the line

OK. I always thought that your character was too whiny. (That's all we get here, btw, reruns of Wil Wheaton NG.) But after Donald Trump is done with me, I'm willing.

So, why do you speak for geekdom? It's so easy being a geek these days. In my papa's days, they had to start up the computer's diesel engine and let the whole water cooled mess cool for an hour before using it.

Canadians to the Right of me

We've had an influx of Canadians and newargers into Albania, sigh! I haven't said a single thing about Canadians because with the surge in their currency, no big deal, Albanian economics is a mess even if the country is most beautiful, don't get me started on the political situation, the Canadians have become the new Americans. Shit.

Look. I've been accused of not being a nice, fit and trim 175 cm strapping Albanian woman but rather a gay Jewish man living in Manhattan at 215 148th street apartment 3C. I ask you, would a Jew impersonate an Albanian? Oy vey! No way!

So, all you newagers who send me emails, you can just forget it.

Top Chef is getting better

Indeed, I want to have Tom C.'s baby. You'll have to stand in line The Donald. Sob. I hate you. BF(d), you too. Sob. I must be having my period.

Jacques Torres and Bobby Flay

Oh yes, the Dean at the so called French Culinary School and Bobby Flay, a slightly retarded graduate, what do they have in common? Both are my nemeses. Well, Bobby Flay is probably my Arch Nemesis though JT is getting to me.

On a rare visit to USA, I visited JT at his fake ol' world, not like Albania at all, DUMBO store. And what happened, he snuck out, I've no proof of this but I sense it to be true, and put a chocolate on my seat. I went all day with chocolate smeared on my white skirt. Shit. No Chocolate. Damn, I said chocolate. I got snucked off by JT.

I can't have two arch nemeses. Sorry, JT, you'll have to be second fiddle to BF(d). Maybe you could have a throw down with BF(d), I think he's a democrat, and see who will reign supreme and be my arch nemesis.

I have not posted because I have not been that pissed off

However, Bobby Flay, I'm still watching you. One day there will be a reckoning. Not a throw down but a reckoning.

Bobby Flay pisses off another one

And, I'm afraid, disappoints another. Yeah, it's a stupid show, Throw Down. I wanted to comment on slash food but I guess I got there too late.

Bobby Flay throws down with Donald Trump

Here in Albania, we love Donald Trump. All of the girls here want to have his baby or, if that couldn't be achieved, his toupée. If that isn't a hairpiece than he needs a trainer for his hair or probably a wrangler. Perhaps a weedwacker?

What is the apprentice then one big throw down? So, since Bobby Flay is the master of the throw down, he needs to challenge Donald Trump, the master of the put down. I mean, who in their right mind would like Omarosa, or whatever that that silly viper's name is? She is the single reason I really don't want to watch the new Celebrity Apprentice. Getting rid of that nice Playboy model and keeping this female! Ha! You go girl, I just ain't watching.

So, during one of the corporate board meetings, incomes Flay, no excuses this time Bobby, and throws down with Trump, picks up Ivonka, she looks nice and has a cute Russian name that would go over well here in Albania and ignores Donald, her brother, Jr. has his hair, what can I say?, and Eric. The tension builds and Flay throws down challenging Trump to a hair-off. I mean, he would lose if he challenged him to a check write-off. Or, since Flay loves to mix drinks, maybe he and The Donald could face off in a martini mix-off.

Or, Bobby, you could come to Albania and challenge me to a bonbon making contest! I'll pit my cherry cordials, technically a bonbon, against your cherry cordials anytime.

On another note, please Donald, come to Albania! We love you and your hair.