Advisory: This blog post contains one swear word, perfectly appropriate, at the very end.
Lucky you, I’m going to let you in on what I was thinking over a 24-hour span:
Saturday Night: Damn! Dripped some melted butter on the front of my shirt while eating lobster tonight. I wonder if I can clean it off with soap and water … okay, that’s done. Good. I’ll hang it up and see what it looks like in the morning.
Sunday Morning: Well, that kind of did the trick, Doesn’t look too bad. A little dark where the butter spread, but if you don’t look too close, you can’t tell. I think I’ll wear the shirt again today.
Sunday 11:00 a.m.: Good. Survived breakfast without spilling anything on my shirt. The wife would be proud of me.
Sunday 6:10 p.m.: Damn! There’s some barbecue sauce on my shirt. Oh criminy, it dripped right where the butter stain was. Jeez.
Sunday 6:15 p.m.: Did I just squirt some corn juice on my shirt, right THERE, when I bit the corn cob? Shit.
The Triple Whammy Spot
4 comments:
You need to start carrying a bid with you, Craig ... LOL!
Darn it ... I meant to say BIB!
Oh, Lawdy...you two! You're BOTH a mess! lol!
This mostly happens to me when I'm wearing something new!
Haw! If you can't get it out, wash it with Coke (seriously!). That stuff works miracles on grease stains.
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