29 November 2008


Coffee, as many of you know, is my drug of choice. It should come as no surprise that I typically start my day with a cup or two. Thanksgiving morning I woke up and fixed myself a cup of coffee as usual. My family told me the coffee was aged sumatra and thus a bit stronger. I disregarded the comment and took a gulp of the hot coffee. As I swallowed I noticed a distinct "vomit" taste. Disgusted, I secretly poured it down the sink (thinking it was the coffee). The next morning the same thing happened. This time I blurted out that the coffee tasted like throw up. After a couple of comical remarks, my mother agreed with me. As we thought we decided that the only thing me and my mother used in ours was milk. And lo and behold......It was spoiled. 

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3 comments:

elizabeth said...

i've heard many varities of this story. all result in that brother of yours taking a huge gulp of said "vomit" to gauge whether or not the milk was actually spoiled.

leave it to thongas.

A poor white middle class soul said...

I always check expiration dates.

bri said...

you ALWAYS smell the milk before you drink it!

 
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