Ned asked me out to a Chinese restaurant. We ordered our food and when it arrived, he looked around like he was preparing to commit a crime.
He pulled a plastic container from his jacket. It was filled with spaghetti and this weird greenish-blue sauce.
He said, "Isn't this a good idea?"
He then shoveled the spaghetti and greenish goop into his mouth quickly, as if really in a hurry to not be caught.
"I don't like Chinese food," he confessed, "It all tastes the same to me."
"We could've gone somewhere else," I said, "and what's that green sauce on your spaghetti?"
He grinned and opened his mouth wide to show me the gooey green bits within.
"Poop!" he announced proudly.
No second date, surprisingly.
I literally threw up in my mouth a little when I read this story.
ReplyDeleteI literally pooped in my mouth a little when I read this story.
ReplyDeleteI literally pooped in your mouth a little when I read this story.
ReplyDeleteLMAO!!!
ReplyDeleteStories like this make me wish there were more serious comments on the stories. This would be interesting to discuss. For instance: does anyone else agree that Chinese food all tastes the same? Would you like to discuss how irritating it would be for someone to agree to go to a restaurant of cuisine they know they don't like? Why would he order a meal he wasn't going to eat? Are there any coprophiles among our number who believe he's actually eating poop spaghetti? What are the merits of poo in your noodles as opposed to noodles in your poo?
ReplyDeleteAnd so on.
@Ankh - nothing says serious discussion like "Are there any coprophiles among our number who believe he's actually eating poop spaghetti?"
ReplyDeleteWell played.
I don't think it was really poop he was eating. I think he just said that to disgust his date, because for some people, being disgusting gets the ol' motor going.
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