An Open Letter to the Fortune Cookie Writer Dude Person
Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 12:44PM Dear Mr. Fortune Cookie Writer:
This past warm evening I had the unfortunate experience of opening one of your delicious cookies filled with what can only be described as one of the dumbest “fortunes” I’ve ever read in my life.
Let me quote from this waste of a dead tree: “Every good friend was once a stranger.”
Who in the holy elephant balls do you think you are?
You have officially burst my “where do fortune cookie fortunes come from?” bubble.
I used to believe you sat in your very Asian outfit, cross legged, at the top of some 415 stairs, with a temple-like structure protecting you from the wrath of the sun-god’s beam. Your eyes would be closed as you contemplate the universe.
Just the slightest sneeze from you would cause meaningless planets like Pluto to disappear from existence.
Men from around the world would wait centuries to just see you in person as you slowly open your eyes, take a slow deep breath, and utter something so profound the only possible place for it to be repeated would be on a tiny piece of paper that ultimately gets machine-crammed into a shitty stale cookie wrapped in non-biodegradable plastic.
But last night that image of you got ripped from my child-like, immature brain and replaced with the picture of some 19-year-old New Jersey fake-tanned, gold-chain wearing, MTV-obsessed universe reject pushing a button that resulted in random words being imprinted on gently used toilet paper that’s immediately jammed into the previously mentioned shitty stale cookie wrapped in non-biodegradable plastic.
It’s because of you that Santa is now dead to me.
The Easter Bunny….also dead.
I don’t know at what point your lazy, egotistical ass sold out to the big corporations, but just know, dear sir, I will never…NEVER eagerly open one of your disastrous desserts again.
From now on I’m gonna be all, “no cookie for me?”
I hope your ancestors are looking down in disappointment at your douchey-ass right now. Additionally, I hope your rice burns for ever meal hence forth.
Thanks for ruining my life.
Love,
Why Is Daddy Crying
Reader Comments (10)
Funny shit! But what do you mean Santa and the Easter bunny are not real? Thanks for bursting my bubble just as the fortune cookie did to you!
haha I follow by the general ruse of adding the words, "in bed" to the end of every fortune. I have gotten some real doozies where I couldn't stop laughing the rest of the night. Good times. Especially when you're drunk.
I don't know. I once got one that said, "you will eat at this restaurant again" and I did. It came true.
Hysterical! I've had some stupid ones like this myself...can't remember any off the top of my head though. Oh and I too play the "in bed" game. I'm a fan of immature humor. LOL
this is amazingly funny! I hate some of these fortunes - they're ridiculous...and this one sorta tops it all!
This is greatness! I was told to check this out by Bewildered Bug, she left a comment on my post, that was also about fortune cookies. She was right, this is hilarious!
I feel your pain on this... I opened a fortune cookie a while ago that said something along the lines of 'you're going to get a promotion soon.' Um, that would be wonderful and all but... a) I'm kind of working for myself and b) I'm poorer NOW than I was when I opened that cookie.
Thanks a lot, cookie jerk? >:-(
May you seek comfort in the wisdom of the following: Confucius say, "If you walk sideways down airplane aisle, you going to Bangkok".
I had a friend who used to write fortunes for cookies as part of her freelance gig. She used to do a shot before each one. Just to further kill the dream and all. Personal fave (on my refrigerator) "you are a naturally lovely person that people flock to". Obviously you know me not at all cookie...not at all.
We realized this a long time ago... thenceforth they became known as "proverb cookies."