Send that Fudge packing
When I was a wee nipper in Junior school we used to have a school cake sale at the end of every term. The idea was that the kids in the their final year (more likely most of the kids parents) would make some cakes and bring them to school to make bit of extra pocket money by flogging it to the rest of the school.
My mum taught me to make a delicious fudge which I duly prepared for the big day. It tasted delicious and I had high hopes that it would sell well, but alas come the end of the day there was still stock left. Not a total loss as I got to gorge on fudge until I almost vomited, however it did leave me with very little profit.

At the last cake sale of the year I was determined to make some money. I tried to enlist the help of my mom, but it should be noted at this point that she couldn't make a bit of toast without burning it. It was with great dismay that I realised I would have to rely on the fudge again. A burst of inspiration appeared while I was making the fudge and I threw in some green food die which resulted in the fudge looking like a horrible snot colour - perfect!!

The next day I proudly displayed my "teenage mutant ninja turtle" fudge and sold out within minutes. I was the only boy with a queue of people waiting to buy his stuff. I duly took my days profits and trotted off to shops on the way home and bought a load of sweets which I gorged on until I almost vomited. Some things never change.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 1 Aug 2008, 10:24, 2 replies)

Let me get this right...
You earned money to buy sweets by making and selling... sweets.


Sweet.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 1 Aug 2008, 11:03, closed)

Indeed
I believe I was experiencing the lowest form of capitalism.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 1 Aug 2008, 11:46, closed)