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Once again, Scarlet and Diamond Dad have foolishly sacrificed the future (by way of dry-cleaning bills and perhaps permanently stained evening wear), and for what? So they can brag about the impossible-to-keep-on-your-fork fancy colored pasta they served at their kid's Bar mitzvah?
As if the Bar Mitzvah was going anywhere. As if people are going to remember it as the Bar Mitzvah of the season. Why don't they just accept reality, and go with the untested, newer pastas? They're cheaper, no one has high expectations, and for Chrissake I want to go in a fresh direction for once. But is there a chance they'll actually do something as logical as this?
No, they need the ink, the glitz, the back page of the Princeton Junction society page, for some pie-in-the-sky real estate deal they're scheming to line up with the New Jersey Powers that be, whoever those demonic fuckers are. DD and SK are cheapass, lying manipulators pulling the wool over your trusting eyes once more, my naive friends, and I'm just glad that I could warn about it before this whole sick, sordid affair goes down. I used to like SK and DD before they started toying with our emotional bonds with their kids, but now I just have to wash my hands of their mercenary, evil and disgustingly immoral behavior and overarching philosophy. They make me puke maggots.
(mazel tov)
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