P&AF and I are working on our St. Patrick's Day feast in the kitchen.
P&AF: "I can't get this horrible taste out of my mouth."
M: "Really? What is it?"
P&AF: "Well, remember when you were eating that granola bar on the couch?"
M: "Yeah..."
P&AF: "I grabbed a piece of the granola bar that I thought fell onto the couch."
M: "Uuuhhhh..."
P&AF: "It was a piece of cat litter."
M: "Oh---that's disgusting. Take a shot of 151. (Assuming he wouldn't actually randomly take a shot of the 151.) That will get rid of it."
I turn around a minute later to see P&AF downing a shot of 151 over the sink with no chaser or anything. He immediately begins to gag/cough uncontrollably.
M: (Frantically.) "I didn't actually think you'd do it. Have some 7-Up. Are you okay???"
The rest of the night P&AF complained of a sore throat and the lingering taste of 151 in everything he ate.
2 comments:
Gross. I can't believe he actually did a shot of 151...keep me away from that. Why do you even have that stuff in your house???
To make flaming turtle fondue, of course!
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