Sunday, April 02, 2006

Open mouth, insert plunger

I'm hungover and I go to the grocery store early this morning. Why? Because I'm stupid [and I wanted to get the incredients to make some crock pot chili for opening night baseball]. I'm in the checkout line and a moderately attractive girl joins behind me. She and I are making small talk when I notice her shopping cart is basic: toilet bowl cleaner, TP, a plunger, and Drano. That's when I open my mouth:

"I was going to invite you to have some chili later, but I value my working toilet over the pleasure of your company."

9Pm Update: That was the best chili ever.