The Killer Cup Cakes
Erie County, NY
A female on Main Street believed that her cupcakes had been poisoned because she was fatigued and had a dry mouth. Crisis services were notified by patrol.
Found in Bee News
Small Town Misfit
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May 2nd, 2007 at 4:57 am
Maybe that’s why we haven’t heard from Nan lately. Maybe she’s too busy baking “special” cupcakes for the discerning citizens of Erie County. Or maybe this one is just a paranoid nut-job, it’s so tough to tell these days…
May 2nd, 2007 at 6:51 am
does this follow the theory that “there is something wrong with my french fries because I feel lazy and fat after I eat them”?
May 2nd, 2007 at 7:32 am
They must have been BANANA NUT muffins.
Right, Mustang, it also goes with my pot must be laced with something because I get the muchies and a dry mouth when I smoke it.
May 2nd, 2007 at 8:03 am
Smack will do that, lady!
May 2nd, 2007 at 9:03 am
She’s probably diabetic. High carb intake for someone with diabetes will make them sleepy and thirsty. Personal experience.
May 2nd, 2007 at 11:01 am
Thirsty, yeah, but not dry mouthed. Me? I’m thinkin’ the chick may just be paranoid and delusional. Dry mouth is a symtom of extreme fear or phobia.
And what can cause such paranoid delusions AND the munchies? Mary Jane. The ganj. Reefer. Pot. Skunk, Weed. The chick be trippin’.
Case closed. Next?
May 3rd, 2007 at 5:12 pm
Maybe she should have not smoked weed before eating the cupcakes.
May 5th, 2007 at 12:11 am
A VERY long time ago, (in the 70′S). My mom stopped over at my house. I was in the laundry room and didn’t expect her. I had made a tray of Very-Nice-Seedless-Brownies with Walnuts. Yes, you guessed it, I got my mom loaded BEFORE I even made it up the steps. I was afraid to tell her, I mean I was still only 19 years old and VERY afraid of being grounded! I don’t think I have ever had such a lively conversation with her before, or since. She drank all of my lemonaide and I wouldn’t let her eat any more of my “fresh” brownies. Needless to say, I kept her there until she came down. I swear I had no idea she was coming over or I would have locked the door! It took me 10 to 15 years before I could finally tell her about it. She didn’t know, (but she did catch a buzz). No Nebraska ditch-weed for MY Mom! Lord forgive me!