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General Category => General Radio Discussion => Topic started by: outhouse radio on August 05, 2010, 0347 UTC
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(This is a true story.. If you have children you will probably relate to this father).
As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, Gourmet Mustard.
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
Here, hold Johnny (six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich,' she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers..
I love mustard.
I had no napkin.
I licked it off.
It was not mustard.
No man ever put a baby down faster.
It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding out..
With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine
Shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.
Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my
Wife Said, 'Now you know why they call that fancy mustard
Poupon.''
LMAO !!!! :D