Originally posted by Rogue

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I got up at 6 yesterday morning to make French vanilla Kahlua mocha brownies for a picnic that was going on in Griffith Park later in the day. I baked them, let them rest, cut them out (which was such a mess) with how much wanted to stick to the spatula, wrapped them up, and put them on the table with all the other food when we arrived.

People are hitting my brownies pretty hard, and I notice there are three other tins of brownies on the table, going untouched.

I come back later and someone set one of those other pans on top of mine. Not just on top the container they were in. No, this other pan was resting on top of my brownies. As I'm holding up that other pan and looking at mine, this fucking kid (looked to be late teens) starts yelling at me, "Eat some of my brownies! They're good! Better than those ones! I am so not taking home two whole pans!"

I should mention the kid was wearing his fucking Comic-Con badge from last week. Like it's just dangling from a lanyard around his neck.

I pulled my pan out from under his and set it elsewhere. By the end of the picnic my container was cleaned out of all brownies with none but the crumbs left.

Anyway, helps when you cut them out and don't just leave a bunch of uncut pans on the table with a plastic fork as your serving utensil when it doesn't do shit to get them out of there.

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Originally posted by Astrophel

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Yes, arson, vandalism, destruction of property, and murder are time-honored ways to convince people that yours is a religion of peace.

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