It was at a “Mexican” restaurant.
Ok, I turn 50 next month and would love to have Fudgie the Whale or Cookiepuss cake at my birthday. (But then that is due to having nostalga for the east coast now that I have lived in California for the past 20ish years)
Did you know there was a Stigmata with having the Trump name?
So what does that entail? Bleeding from the eyes, ears, and nose? Every orifice, perhaps?
Not sure, I guess it could be a stigmata of the eyes.
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Sorry, but not really, but really.
No need to not be sorry; whatever that link is, it’s blocked by the firewall at my job.
I couldn’t look even if I wanted to… and I don’t.
Aren’t Fudgy and Santa the same?
Fudgy, Santa, Cookie Puss all use the same mold.
Brilliant, really.
And that bag of money up there.
I’d bet good money that pasty little twerp has never eaten anything spicier than a “Spicy Nacho Flavor” Dorito chip.
I guarantee they ordered the numbered combinations, or the Speedy Gonzalez.
Why is this interesting, or worthy of criticism?
I have to say, I suffer from acid reflux and cilantro tastes like soap. I sweat when I eat sweet barbeque sauce.
They find this quite amusing down here in Tijuana.
Obviously he’s either a rapist or a drug dealer. Or maybe both…
Wow! I thought my childhood crush, errr, crunch, errr, favorite ice cream cetacean was long out of business! Of course, there’s no Carvel anywhere near me, but the fact that Fudgie the Whale lives on… thanks Eric Trump! You may be a total jackass piece of shit and the dumb brother, but you gave me back a beloved childhood opportunity and for that I will always be grateful.
P.S. You’re still the dumb one.
And fudgie’s impossible to find these days.
Even the handful of fully functional carvels still out there don’t make him anymore.
You basically have to stumble on him in one of the supermarket displays.
Pretty sure that’s Ebola?
Wait … Ebola is probably preferable.
When the Trumps send their people, they’re not sending their best. They’re sending rapists and conmen and killers of endangered wildlife … and some, I assume, are good people.
On the plus side, it’s good to know Carvel is still in business, even if all the Carvel shops seem to have disappeared from my neck of the woods.