It bugs me when people bring lame things to a potluck

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Yes and No. It annoys me when there isn't enough good food or enough salad.

I solve this by bringing one.

I don't waste my time worrying about this.

I hate the people who bring salad to a potluck!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes and No. It annoys me when there isn't enough good food or enough salad.

I solve this by bringing one.

I don't waste my time worrying about this.

I hate the people who bring salad to a potluck!

If they were some of the hearty or complicated salads people always describe over in Food, i'd be happy.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:it's not the vagina. It's the breasts. Didn't you know that everyone else's house has these special appliances -- like dishwashers, ovens and washer/dryers -- where one apparently has to insert one's breasts into the apparatus somehow in order to get them to work?

I did not know this.

Yet it explains why I am a failure because I bring bags of chips to potlucks that are the only things fully eaten at said potlucks, though.

BAD WOMAN BAD

Perhaps your friends' cooking is really bad?
Also, assuming you have the good cooking hubby, make him make something. Safeway cookies are an abomination.