I was aiming at the guy behind you who turned out to be your reflection in the refrigerator.
Because I said CHICKEN KIEV and you didn’t listen… YOU NEVER LISTEN… and now you’ve ruined your ENTIRE BIRTHDAY!
I blame society and also my violent temper.
When I threw the food at you, wasn’t I really just throwing it at myself?
I think it all goes back to that time I was talking with my mother and she told me I should throw a plate of Chicken Cordon Bleu at you.
I wasn’t throwing the plate of food at you; I was throwing it WITH you…
A true sportsman would’ve caught it and side-armed it back to me.
If you insist on being made of matter and having spatial permanence, you get what you deserve.
It’s performance art and by complaining about it you either ruined it or made it totally great!
I thought you were Ving Rhames…
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I like cordon Bleu. If you threw it at me you’d be in trouble mister.
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If you aren’t Ving Rhames, you’re probably safe…
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My SIL once threw a meatloaf at her retreating husband… does that count?
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Well, depending upon who makes it, you can do a LOT more damage with a meatloaf than a chicken breast…
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This one should probably be listed as a deadly weapon…
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TᑌᗩT‘ᔕ ᗯᕼY I ᑭIᑕKEᗪ IT ᑌᑭ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᖇEᗯ ᗷᗩᑕK 😂😂
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You KNOW how the game is played, Ray…
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I don’t like cordon bleu either. I would probably throw it back too 🙂
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I’m torn… I love bleus… but I hate cordons…
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Isn’t Cordon Bleu just an uppity Hot Pockets?
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Ah! So you’ve had it before!
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No, but I have, on occasion found myself in the same room with it. The condescending crust and judgmental expulsion of cheese. As if.
I’ve found I relate much better to a burrito.
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The condescending crust and judgmental expulsion of cheese? Always the poet…
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I would do that also 😀
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