I had drinks after work at my local bar. And it got to that point where you either stay and end up drunk hours and hours later, or you leave, get dinner and get home by 6:30 with just a slight buzz. I chose the later. But as I sipped my last cocktail, I started to get anxious over dinner and specifically...the can. I wanted bbq Vietnamese food from this awesome place. But if something filled the room with a stench like those wretched greens did, I'd quickly lose my taste for the Vietnamese treats.
As I feared, I opened a can of soggy, hideous, mushy mushrooms in rancid mushroom juice. The kitchen filled with the stench of rotten well water. I forced myself to eat two forkfulls and that's it. I'm already nervous for tomorrow.
2 comments:
Honey, those were boiled oysters.
um, they look like teradactyl fetuses... I can't believe you ate any of them. I would forfeit.
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