Confessions of A Naughty Girl

The Word of the Day is Dots. Let's Go Back to My Place and Spread the Word.

What the f*ck?! Was I not on the memo that went out, letting the general public know that Domino's Dippin Dots or whatever the hell they're called are no longer on the menu?

Maybe it's been a long day, or maybe I'm just feeling like my sassy self, but imagine how pissed I was when I decided that a tough day at work merited some pizza and dippin' dots or whatever those little donut hole things that you dip in icing are called. Now, I am not a regular pizza eater, and I haven't eaten these dots things for at least two years, but it's bad enough that there's not a single Papa John's in the entire Chicago metro area (cheese sticks, I miss you). So as soon as I had reconciled that I was going to have to order Domino's, the little Indian man on the phone tells me that they no longer have dots on the menu. (For the record, I know he is a little Indian man because I walk by Domino's on my way home from work sometimes and I see him behind the counter. So no, not racist.)

Basically, I almost had a coronary, and I feel bad, because I really didn't mean to yell at little Indian pizza man, but per the usual, my temper got the best of me. Those dots were just about the only thing Domino's had going for them, and now they've squandered their success. Way to go, punks.

So I'm starting a campaign to bring back Domino's Dippin' Dots, or whatever they want to call the little donut holes with icing dip. I will be spamming everyone's inbox shortly with a petition demanding your signature and mandating that you forward to 10 friends in 5 minutes or less or else you will catch a VD. And then Mary from Virginia will write up her little testimony about how she forwarded the email, brought back Dippin' Dots, and found true love two days later.

posted by KA @ 8:13 PM