Topic: Where I put my sausage. True Story | |
---|---|
I was talking to my son last night and we were laughing pretty hard talking about something in the past. He and I were at a breakfast buffet several years ago. As we were walking back towards our table after we had gotten out plates of food there was a table full of elderly women. Probably 10 to 12 women. As I'm squeezing past one of the women's chairs, my sausage rolled off my plate and into this woman's purse that was draped on the back of her chair. I got to my table and me and son were laughing so hard we were crying. By the time I had composed myself we look over and the women are leaving. It was to late to run up to her and let her know my sausage was in her purse. I bet to this day after she discovered it that woman is wondering where in the hell that sausage came from.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
But honestly...would you have gone over and told her? I mean, how are you going to explain how YOUR sausage got in HER purse and make her believe it? |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Edited by
luv2roknroll
on
Wed 10/22/08 10:06 AM
|
|
Ive heard of "hiding the salami"...
but "slippen the sausage".. now thats a new one on me!! I wish that hot latin stud above me would slip me his!!!!!!!!! |
|
|
|
Come MBD you are supposed to have better control over your sausage there! |
|
|
|
Edited by
s1owhand
on
Wed 10/22/08 03:54 PM
|
|
in best "little old lady voice"
"Now Honey, if you wanted to slip me your sausage I'd have been quite happy to invite you over A little home cooking, a fire, glass of wine.... Make a nice evening of it" "You want it BACK??!!" |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Now THAT was funny!
|
|
|