I just knew that little boy was going to save Mrs. Lovett from Mr. Todd. Alas, it was not to be. I would hate to be baked.
Heretoforth, I will not be taking dating advice from those who do not value my limbs. I can understand making a fool of myself, giving my dignity to some ungrateful asshole, but why should I sacrifice my fat feet and hands for a date? i just don’t think it’s right. It’s time I stand up for my extremities, dammit.
I would hate
to be baked.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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November 24, 2008 at 6:48 am
poeticgrin
Not even with a little salt and pepper?
November 24, 2008 at 8:38 am
Lo
UGH!
November 24, 2008 at 9:23 am
Real Live Theater
I see your point and would agree whole-heartedly, BUT if the singing is outstanding it might well be worth the sacrifice, maybe. Keep up the posts about musicals — every bit helps to keep live theater alive. Cheers!
November 25, 2008 at 8:26 am
Barnibus Nittle
A word against your belittlement of meat pies. I would suggest baking them slowly at a low temperature and then at the last bit of time, increasing the heat in your kettle.
In agreement that the live theatre is a holiday.
November 30, 2008 at 9:02 pm
medicatedlady
Real Live Theater–thank you for your comment. I can appreciate the beauty of a brilliantly-crafted musical. I thought “Sweeney Todd” was odd but entertaining.
Barnibus–Thank you for the cooking tip. No belittlement intended. I really would hate to be baked.