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Dec 04, 2008 11:57

So I tried to make another sandwich on Saturday, things were promising.  I even bought an avocado.  I had to clean all the dishes first, which was easy enough, but then i decided to cook an egg.  A nice, runny egg sounded great to me, the kind that might require more egg expertise than I have.  There were no spatulas where I was (where was I?) so I had no choice in what happened to that egg.  I was at the mercy of the pan, which fried the shit out of that egg.  I cut up some avocado, onion and tomato that I bought from whole foods.  Whenever I go out, I run into (hide from) John Betts.  This was no exception, but he didn't have a trash can with him this time.  After my egg fried itself, i dumped it onto the bread with my veggies, spinach and Swiss Cheese.  YUM-YUM.
3/4ths of the way through my "meal" I smelled something.  Then I tasted something.  The whole time, I had been eating dish soap.  It had soaked through both sides of the bread.
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