Lies Dont Make Baby Jesus Cry
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Because my wife does not blog enough... A story from her.
Biting his head off does.
So, we had Kings Cake in the office today.
I didnt know what that meant, but I dont discriminate when it comes to cake (thats a lie, I hate German Chocolate) so I grabbed a slice.
I bite in.
First bite: Not so easy to bite. I try different chomping angels. Nothing seems to work.
I remove unchewable object from mouth.
"WHAT?!"
"WHO PUT A PLASTIC BABY IN THE CAKE?"
(i repeat above statement 5 times, loudly, while spinning, grasping baby in finger tips and holding up to the light. my quizzical look is priceless.)
No one was around to answer my (very valid) question.
I go to desk. Finish cake. Check email.
I find an email announcing there is Kings Cake in the kitchen and whoever finds the Baby Jesus will have good luck for one year.
Wow. Is that dumb or what?
Thanks for the good luck. I'm off to see the dentist. And prolly a psychiatrist: Lord knows that finding a plastic kid in your cake is detrimental enough--but to find out I just chomped the head of the Son of Man... well... thats just... um... uber detrimental.
Sigh.
Labels: baby jesus, cake, lisa boomer teso, wife
posted by Chris Teso @ 10:11 PM,
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2 Comments:
- At Thursday, February 15, 2007 4:54:00 PM, said...
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You stupid MassHoles don't know anything about Mardi Gras + kingcake! Whoever eats Jesus has to buy the next kingcake.
- At Wednesday, February 21, 2007 3:55:00 AM, Motobahta said...
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LOL. I don't like German Chocolate either...



