Sunday, May 23, 2004

"Can you smell this for me?"

I'm not shitting you. T$ and I were sitting on the front porch minding our own business when our neighbor walked up, held a container of milk-like product up to us, and asked that question. Seriously. What kind of a thought process goes on behind that one? Hmm. This smells funky. Or does it? Perhaps I should leave my kitchen, walk out of my house, and go ask one of my neighbors to dangle their nose over my curdling milk to see if it's as spoiled as I think it is. Brilliant idea. Tamara did it. Yes, it was bad. I suppressed a gag at the thought of it.

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