Monday, September 27, 2010

And I don't even have a potty mouth...jerkface.

I don't know how to say I am just going to come right out with it.

Inspector Climate washed my mouth out with soap.

There I said it. And it wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it would be.

He claims he didn't do it on purpose, whatever.

See, he got some liquid hand soap on my toothbrush, accidentally and without noticing, and then I brushed my teeth with said toothbrush. I can't possibly highlight the unpleasantness of the experience. It involved some gagging and about 15 minutes of rinsing my mouth out with water from the tap. And even with all that it still felt like I had a soap drip running down the back of my throat when I was trying to fall asleep.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Yeah, right...jerkface"

"Hey, don't call me names or I'll wash your mouth out with soap...hah, oh yeah, I already did"


So, how was your weekend?

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I'm just cringing at the picture/feeling of the happening to me.