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This one time (last night) at the Old Spaghetti Factory, I stuck part of an ice cube up my nose. Just to see what would happen. (The answer? I soon had water up my nose. And my nostril was cold.)
Then I had to work very hard to refrain from putting another ice cube in my ear while waiting for Sister to finish her ice cream.
Can't take me anywhere, I swear.
Then I had to work very hard to refrain from putting another ice cube in my ear while waiting for Sister to finish her ice cream.
Can't take me anywhere, I swear.
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Date: 2008-04-10 01:03 pm (UTC)I may fail at commas, but I win at being a brat. ;)
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Date: 2008-04-10 04:35 pm (UTC)Yep. No gourmet Italian food for us. It has been an awfully long time since I've eaten at a place with cloth napkins, now that I think about it...
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Date: 2008-04-30 02:49 pm (UTC)Okay, so anyway. Yes. I don't think I've ever eaten at OSF. *frowny face* How can people make Italian food bad? And yet, they do!
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Date: 2008-04-10 01:03 pm (UTC)Oh, wait ... not with an ice cube ...
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Date: 2008-04-10 02:21 pm (UTC)On our high school choir trip (this was 10 years ago now) we stopped to eat at what I would describe as an upscale truck stop on the way home. A whole group of my friends was sitting at the table. I'm not sure how the discussion got started, but the conversation turned to how one of my friends, we'll call him Josh (cuz that's his name), could apparently fit a nickel up his nose (he has a rather large nose). I don't want to think about how he knew that. Well anyway, he then proceeded to brag how he could fit a quarter up there, until someone dared him to try it (it didn't take much urging). He did it; he was correct, he could fit a quarter up his nose. However, the problem came when he tried to remove said quarter. A few minutes of struggling didn't help, so rather than having passers-by wondering why he was picking his nose at the table, he went off to the men's room. He was in there for about 10 minutes. Various truckers were passing in and out, and I can only imagine what was going through their heads. He emerged from the bathroom with a tissue held to his nose, which was bleeding slightly, flopped down and said.... "It's still in there."
Another trip to the men's room and several minutes later, he finally retrieved the offending coinage, and miraculously this whole thing went down without his mother noticing - she was sitting at the next table, a rather strict chaperone for the trip.
He did not, however, escape the moniker of "Quarter Boy" for the next few years. People would randomly walk up to him with a dollar bill and ask "hey Josh, got change for a dollar?"
The moral of the story: Don't stick things up your nose unless you're prepared to deal with the potential consequences.
LOL XD
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Date: 2008-04-10 09:43 pm (UTC)Glad you didn't drown.
Doesn't sound like the best place to eat . . . my kids would probably love it.