Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Cry Havok! And Let Slip the Pies of War…
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So, Randy thinks he can start a food fight, does he? Well, I say, “Cry Havok! And let slip the pies of war.”
Umm, is it considered poor form to have a pre-launch slice for yourself? Make mine strawberry-rhubarb, would you?
So, here’s a pie for Michelle Malkin, who doesn’t think that pie-throwing amounts to anything good. Pfah! Apple pie for you!
And one for Andy, who keeps picking fights. Beer cheese pie for you! Mmmm, beer cheese pie…
Jeff G gets one for moments of unabashed pragmatism--which is, you know, just wrong. A very messy cherry pie for you. With that crumbly topping. I like the crumbly topping.
A pie goes Steve Green’s way simply out of jealousy. I wish I had taken yesterday off. Vodka cream pie for you. Messy, but strangely satisfying.


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Me? Pick fights? Pshaw.
But I will take that pie.
I’m betting you make exquisite beer cheese pie.
What, no pie for our bartendress, Kathryn?
I’ll volunteer a Key Lime pie for her, if I get to deliver it.
Kathryn was pretty.
Very very pretty.
Strawberry-rhubarb for her, too. With ice cream.
Pies? Pies are so vaudeville.
You say it as if there were a bad thing.
I prefer burlesque. Which is a whole different kind of pie.
Heh. Nice.
HA! Good job!!!