11-17-2011, 08:10 PM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Medusa
OMG.
We had as Thanksgiving potluck today at work.
My girls (there are a total of 5 of us) and I went to the room early so that we could scope out who brought what because there are some people who's food we will not touch.
Well, all 5 of us had a very strong reaction when someone who has often raved loudly about her own cooking brought in a curious looking dish.
It was a gloppy crust-covered thing that red jellied stuff had boiled up out of and we could see differently colored chunks inside of it.
What was it, you ask? It was "sweet and sour deer pot pie".
SWEET. AND. SOUR. DEER. POT. PIE.
It had grayish chunks of deer meat floating in potatoes, marachino cherries, barbeque sauce, celery, apples, and some other horrid looking shit under a dome of flattened biscuits.
The smell of it was like the trash can at the fair when it's 100 degrees outside.
Who the FUCK would eat that?
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Damn! I'm southern as fuck and even I wouldn't eat that. :ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww:
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