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I want my job to leave their ENTIRE potluck at home....just order me some pizza and I'm good.
I will never forgot how my boss went on and on about her "stuffing". I should have known something was up then because where I'm from, we call it dressing and it is never blossoming out of the turkey's behind.
But I digress, yall please tell me why her version of stuffing was some salad croutons soaked in chicken broth w/ cut up celery pieces?!??!
I'm not even going to get on her sweet potato pie (canned pumpkin....LAWD, Bless it)
I'm still mad at her, a year later.
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