So Wrong
There's no way to tell this story without sounding like the biggest douche in the world.
Sorry.
So one day, we were watching one of those cooking shows with that cooking guy, Alton Brown.
We hadn't seen him in a while and all of a sudden he seemed to reappear looking rough, having lost a lot of weight, and with a big sore on his face.
So I made an AIDS joke. I do that sometimes.
Hunter was around, so I was trying to be dodgy about it, but he wanted to know what we were talking about.
"Well, it looks like he was... cut by something you wouldn't normally expect to be able to cut you."
Hunter thought for just a moment before bursting with amazement, "Clouds?"
It was horrifying and awesome and will live in infamy.
But I'm still an asshole.
Sorry.
So one day, we were watching one of those cooking shows with that cooking guy, Alton Brown.
We hadn't seen him in a while and all of a sudden he seemed to reappear looking rough, having lost a lot of weight, and with a big sore on his face.
So I made an AIDS joke. I do that sometimes.
Hunter was around, so I was trying to be dodgy about it, but he wanted to know what we were talking about.
"Well, it looks like he was... cut by something you wouldn't normally expect to be able to cut you."
Hunter thought for just a moment before bursting with amazement, "Clouds?"
It was horrifying and awesome and will live in infamy.
But I'm still an asshole.