Last night, after yet another wonderful holiday party chez League of Melbotis we went to IHOP for a very late-night dose of very-average fare.
Lauren and I have taken to splitting most meals (cuts down on calories most importantly, and costs as a fringe benefit) so we split the breakfast sampler:
- 2 eggs
- 2 bacon strips
- 2 pork sausage links
- 2 pieces of ham
- n-many hash browns
- 2 fluffy buttermilk pancakes
Now, I liked all of this meal except the sausage links. So I said to my table of grown-ups:
Seriously, no sexual innuendo and all, but would anyone like my sausage?
Lesson: “Seriously, no sexual innuendo and all” does not mitigate the human urge to snicker. Additionally, it did not alleviate the hideous sausage from my plate either.
July 7th, 2009 at 1:01 pm
I will admit, I was the first one to laugh, but I honestly also don’t remember you saying the first part of that sentence. It may have been the 12 year old in me, but all I heard coming from that end of the table was, “Does anyone want my sausage?”
July 7th, 2009 at 1:51 pm
I think it may have been the Beavis-like giggles from some other blonde woman at the table that started the giggle loop.