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.