Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Another Conversation With My Filthy Rich Republican Uncle

Him: So, do you have a business plan?

Me: Yes, I do. I plan to make a shitload of beautiful truffles and sell them for money.

Him: What's your marketing plan like?

Me: Same as a dope dealer's.

Him: What?

Me: I give somebody a truffle. Watch them eat it. Then tell them that it's only the first one that's free.



Blogger somewaterytart said...

Me want truffles!

7:27 PM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

i'm sure we can work it out tartness. i know i will be making at least one delivery run to san diego. play your cards right and the fish tacos will be on me.

8:11 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Wicked boy. You truffle dealers are all the same. . .

8:17 PM  
Blogger seventh sister said...

I do the same thing with massages

10:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What was your uncle's response to your plan?


- oddjob

12:12 AM  
Blogger pissed off patricia said...

Perfect! When you get them all made I'll call the cops, turn you in, and raid all the yummies for myself.

3:49 AM  
Anonymous constant comment said...

I hereby request that you stop TALKING about truffles until you have some that we can order, dammit. Or is it part of your business plan to get us worked up a month beforehand? (Ok, I guess that works...)

8:31 AM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

just wait until the pictographic step by step posts start coming. the folks who have orders will be able to watch them being made . . .all the way to the shipping dock.

8:42 AM  
Anonymous JoAsakura said...


(and your marketing plan is sound, sir. There used to be a little belgian chocolate place in NYC that I would frequent - the eldery gentleman that ran it would give me a free truffle every time I went in (for his "Lovely New Jersey Lady"), ensuring that I always walked out with a box of chocolates.

(@#$&(* NYC real estate market eventually drove him out :( )

8:58 AM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

the last time the shop was open the very first thing that happened when somebody walked in was that i had a cleaver and a cutting board with truffles that while they tasted great had missed the visual cut. the bell on the door would ring, and the cleaver would go whack! and there would be a taste of truffle right there. then people would be transported. if it was a pretty woman i would grin and say "tell me i'm a genius and you love me." they would shiver with delight from the truffle and blurt "you're a genius and i love you."

it's a great business.

9:09 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I believe that's called coercion, of the first degree. And on my online Free Dictionary, the first listing in the thesaurus under "coercion" is "terror".

Best you watch yer back, truffle man :)

11:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I haven't yet had the pleasure of samping these myself, but I sent some to my brother's family last Christmas. The thanks from the niece and nephews was thunderous! :)

- oddjob

11:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perfect, please let all know when this happens and will you ship?

12:28 PM  
Anonymous kate217 said...

Consider this an order for the rose-flavored white chocolate ones and a dork-chocolate flavor to be named later.

I'll even pay for the first one. :D

PS, If you'll take it from a fat chick, you're a genius and I love you. XOX

3:11 PM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

at my age i take all compliments where ever i can get them.

5:03 PM  
Blogger Deb said...

You're a genius and I love you.

Mom is rather fond of you also.

8:57 AM  
Blogger SB Gypsy said...

Love it! :lol:

9:30 AM  

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