The tales of the HoPi bags.

[d_diddy]

Well, since my last post, I found out there are a number of “fans” out there that are interested in my travels with the hot pink luggage I have. Being a man of ever great splendor, I cannot disappoint. So here is their story

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A message from your old friend, the Kitchen-Aid

[anonymous]

I'm so upset. I don't know if I can go on like this any longer. My life was WONDERFUL, and then something just AWFUL happened to me. And now, I'm neglected-sitting here all alone in this barren kitchen with no one to pay attention to me. Let me tell you how it happened. Not all that long ago, I had a fantastic master who saw all that I was capable of. He fosterd my abilities and took me to new heights with all the special additions he bought for me. We'd hang for hours just making meatballs with the meat grinder, or whipping up some pasta to make a lovely dinner. And then he left. I really can't blame him, it's not his fault...and in his defense, he did fight for me. But sometimes you just have to let things go. He had a choice-it was either save the HoPi family that was trapped in the closet or leave me behind. Seeing as there were 3 of them-mom, dad, and a little girl-it really just shows me that my master WAS wonderful, and made the best possible decision he could in a really tough situation. Still though, I miss him terribly.