I was expecting a few of the guys over to the house the following night for poker night. I was to grab snacks and they would bring the beer. It was after all my turn and I like to supply something that make the guys gastric-ly challenged. I do this because drunk guys will “brave up” enough to try anything and it is always funny in a sick sort of way. The last time I made habanera dip. It would cook the skin off of your tongue. The other guys are just as bad. Have you ever had chitlins?
Anyway, I looked around the little carryout and couldn’t find the jar of delectables I wanted. I walk up to the lady behind the counter and said “do you have pig feet?
Well I couldn’t get out of the carryout fast enough. She was screaming at the top of her lungs about how fuc**** rude I was. It was a good thing I had been drinking.
I have never made fun of people (I don’t know) but it didn’t matter, the damage was done.
I’m glad I didn’t ask her if she had “chicken breasts”.
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