In My Teeth
Dec. 4th, 2006 09:22 pmThose of you who were fortunate enough to witness Barrett's telling of the story of Ass at Pennsic will want to keep the face and tone of that story in mind for the next few sentences.
I was at Idlewilde yesterday getting stuff. Idlewilde is the local granola-crunchy, super-spiffy, happy-hippy-dippy grocery establishment.
They have a Mighty and Awesome Cheese selection, which I oft paroose, watching for Scrumpy Jack to reappear, (lately in vain.)
I decided to live on the edge and bought a small block of Danish "Danbo" as well as a small block of the curiously pleasent Norwegain Goat Cheese. (Yes, it is the texture of sculpty, but it tastes... neat.) Picked up a box of Carr's Rosemary crackers (which, if you haven't had them, are really good with Norwegain Goat cheese (NGC).)
I got home, put away the rest of the groceries, and took out the cheese. Yay cheese!
I cut up some NGC and got the crackers, and opened up the Danbo.
It smelt like Ass.
Not being deterred, I cut up a bit of the Ass-Smelling cheese and placed it upon my plate. Many fine cheeses smell like Ass, right?
The kitchen now smells like Ass.
The cats are running away in the wake of Ass Stench that is rolling through the house.
I try a bit of the Ass smelling cheese.
It is no longer just Ass smelling Cheese.
It is now Ass Tasting cheese.
And it is stuck in my teeth.
There is Ass. In my Teeth.
Much to the bewilderment of the Man, I scoop up the Ass Cheese, deposit it in a ziplock bag and deposit it in the trash, all the while making the Ass Face and the "There's Ass in my Teeth" noise.
I then wander around the kitchen, trying to figure out (as quickly as possible) how to get the taste of Ass out of my Mouth.
Alcohol.
Only alcohol can overpower the Mighty Ass, that has now lodged it's self firmly in my sinuses.
Freezer. Vodka. Mandarin Vodka.
One shot of wonderfully cleansing ice-cold Vodka Later, the Ass has receeded. I can still smell it, but there is no longer Ass in my Mouth.
Thusly let it be known, Danish "Denbo" is Ass Cheese, and I'm stickling with my Norwegian Goats for a while.
That is all.
I was at Idlewilde yesterday getting stuff. Idlewilde is the local granola-crunchy, super-spiffy, happy-hippy-dippy grocery establishment.
They have a Mighty and Awesome Cheese selection, which I oft paroose, watching for Scrumpy Jack to reappear, (lately in vain.)
I decided to live on the edge and bought a small block of Danish "Danbo" as well as a small block of the curiously pleasent Norwegain Goat Cheese. (Yes, it is the texture of sculpty, but it tastes... neat.) Picked up a box of Carr's Rosemary crackers (which, if you haven't had them, are really good with Norwegain Goat cheese (NGC).)
I got home, put away the rest of the groceries, and took out the cheese. Yay cheese!
I cut up some NGC and got the crackers, and opened up the Danbo.
It smelt like Ass.
Not being deterred, I cut up a bit of the Ass-Smelling cheese and placed it upon my plate. Many fine cheeses smell like Ass, right?
The kitchen now smells like Ass.
The cats are running away in the wake of Ass Stench that is rolling through the house.
I try a bit of the Ass smelling cheese.
It is no longer just Ass smelling Cheese.
It is now Ass Tasting cheese.
And it is stuck in my teeth.
There is Ass. In my Teeth.
Much to the bewilderment of the Man, I scoop up the Ass Cheese, deposit it in a ziplock bag and deposit it in the trash, all the while making the Ass Face and the "There's Ass in my Teeth" noise.
I then wander around the kitchen, trying to figure out (as quickly as possible) how to get the taste of Ass out of my Mouth.
Alcohol.
Only alcohol can overpower the Mighty Ass, that has now lodged it's self firmly in my sinuses.
Freezer. Vodka. Mandarin Vodka.
One shot of wonderfully cleansing ice-cold Vodka Later, the Ass has receeded. I can still smell it, but there is no longer Ass in my Mouth.
Thusly let it be known, Danish "Denbo" is Ass Cheese, and I'm stickling with my Norwegian Goats for a while.
That is all.