Monday, September 30, 2013

Do you want a piece of tail?

No, no, no.  It's not what you are thinking.  Get your dirty minds out of the gutter people!!

Somehow, Angry and I got into a discussion about eating a mouse.  I think beer was involved because, really, who even THINKS about eating a mouse?

The question came up, "Would you rather eat a mouse's tail or his legs?"

I'd eat the legs.  They have bones but you could crunch them up quick and swallow.  But, they are small so there isn't much meat.  I'm assuming that if I'm eating a mouse I'm in desperate need of sustenance.  No?

Angry said he wanted some tail.  Oh yeah, some tail!  His reasoning?  He thought he'd be able to slurp it down like a piece of spaghetti.  It'd go quickly and there's no crunchy bones to deal with.  Those bones, he figured, could get caught in your throat.  Choking on a mouse leg isn't a great way to meet your maker.

Bon app├ętit!

Friday, September 6, 2013

An unintended insult.

I wanted to tell Angry that he was "S-O-L" ("shit out of luck" for those of you that speak in entire words!) about something.
What came out of my mouth was "You are S-L-O." 
Hmmmm. . . He wasn't too fond of being called slow!
I guess if you're going to insult someone it's best to do it by mistake.