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Keish= Good. Quiche= Bad.

It doesn't take much to excite me lately. Especially since I haven't had sex in a few weeks now. So it really got me hot to see my blog could be "Googled". No, I didn't google my own blog, I found it in the referral section of my site meter (for those of you who don't know, site meter watches you watch my site).
Anyway, I saw it. Someone was looking for "quiche" the food, but they typed "keish", my name. I'm not sure I like being mistaken for a mediocre hors d' Odouvre. They're like the party food outcast. People buy them cuz they see them in the frozen foods department and think "Oh, cheese/spinach quiche, sounds classy. It must be good." Then later at the party, someone has one and you can see it in their face when they bite into it, that they rather have had the shrimp cocktail. Then like an STD, everybody avoids the quiche tray. It gets cold, it tastes worse. You take note that the party host is offended that no one ate the quiche. So you figure you could take a few, you hide some in your napkin, then under the sofa cushion, since you're too lazy too get up you kick a few under the chair or over to the dog. At the end of the night, you will be responsible for the horrible rat problem your friend (the party host) will have in the near future. Then they get evicted and come live with you, because you felt guilty for starting it all. Surprisingly, they don't like your famous graham cracker stuffing, and you see your first roach...

Posted by TastyKeish at 1:41 PM


That is crazy to use you nick name in reference to you. I feel your pain I been there with people doing that with my name. But I hope no body does that to me on the internet.


By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:49 PM  

Hey, I love, love LOVE Quiche- send on all your leftovers!

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By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:03 AM  

Help me Dude, I think I'm lost..... I was searching for Elvis and somehow ended up in your blog, but you know I'm sure I saw him in a car lot yesterday, which is really strange because the last time I saw him was in the supermarket. No honest really, he was right there in front of me, next to the steaks singing "Love me Tender". He said to me (his lip was only slightly curled) "Boy, you need to get yourself a San Diego cosmetic surgery doctor ,to fit into those blue suede shoes of yours. But Elvis said in the Ghetto nobody can afford a San Diego plastic surgery doctor. Dude I'm All Shook Up said Elvis. I think I'll have me another cheeseburger. Then I'm gonna go round and see Michael Jackson and we're gonna watch a waaaay cool make-over show featuring some Tijuana dentists on the TV in the back of my Hummer. And then he just walked out of the supermarket singing. . . "You give me love and consolation,
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