Yesterday, I told you about Albert, who is a magician.
Today, I will tell you about why I don’t get invited to parties more than once. I mean, I *do*, but it’s often with great reticence.
So I was at Sexy Woman and Babe’s house for a shindig. They just bought a new house for their family, which now includes a very cute baby. So Sexy Woman and Babe were hosting one of those parties where they have many different guests from many different groups, and sometimes these things don’t go well, with one group of friends sitting in the kitchen and the other group of friends sitting in the garage, and ne’er the twain shall meet. But SW and B are very good at having friends, and we were all in the living room getting along just fine.
Then Sexy Woman, who is a teacher, relates the fact that the ‘new thing’ for kids at her school to do is to drink hand sanitizer. So folks are talking about how terrible that is. And then, Yours Truly, who has no real filter between thought and speech, says “it’s not so bad if you make Jell-O™ shooters out of it”. And there’s one of those nervous laughs that runs through the room, and people do the party equivalent of backing slowly away with alarmed looks on their faces. So what does cenobyte do? Does cenobyte attempt to backtrack and explain herself?
No. She does not. She begins to giggle uncontrollably. Then her friend says “when you come over to my house, I’ll keep your Jell-O™ separate from the stuff I feed my kids.”
And then cenobyte says “But then they won’t have Aloe breath.”
*I* thought it was funny.