3/20/2017

The Colors of the Wind

Story Sent in by Danielle:

When I was in college a friend set me up with Justin. He and I went out to dinner at a vegetarian place near campus and talked about our lives the way college students typically do.

When we made it the harmless topic of "What's your favorite color?" I told him that mine was purple. Then I asked him what his was.

He replied, "Mine is BARF!" and then he spat out a mouthful of food all over the table.

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8 comments:

  1. Ben Lapointe3/20/2017 3:10 AM

    Purposely?

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    1. The Architect3/20/2017 8:34 AM

      I know Benoit, I thought the same thing. Who purposely goes to a vegetarian restaurant?

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    2. Anonymous3/20/2017 11:57 AM

      Even if you accidentally go to a vegetarian restaurant, who purposely stays there? Unless they have an amazing pasta/mushroom dish. Only excuse.

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  2. The Architect3/20/2017 8:33 AM

    He was trying to tell you his pallet is unlimited.

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  3. Tourist of Life3/20/2017 10:09 AM

    Danielle forgot to mention that Justin is a mog - half man, half dog, he is his own best friend. She's just lucky she wasn't in a Mercedes at the time.

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  4. Anonymous3/20/2017 12:57 PM

    I definitely pictured the conversation starting off like this.

    And then just spiraling way downward from there...

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  5. MelSleeps3/20/2017 1:29 PM

    My favorite color is medium rare.Damn vegs eating my food's food!

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  6. Unknown5/02/2017 3:16 AM

    Oh, gross!!

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