Trots.
I, as a present from meh man, got plane tickets for 2 to go to New Orleans for Mardi Drinkingpartygras. We had lots of fun, but we both enjoyed the gumbo. I went to a resteraunt one fateful night and decided to get the gumbo. The stuff was SHITE! I mean, it wasn't properly spicy or even fishy, it tasted like wee when you drink way too much water and it's a real pale color. We escaped that one, but then went to a cafe where they served Beignets. They are little crispy buggers that are fried and served with so much powdered sugar that if you eat one you look suspiciously like a crack addict. There were pigeons all around, and one of them swooped down and started attacking my bready sweet. It (As a foul winged denizen of Stan ;) ) decided to puke on the damn thing. Me, astoundingly hung over after drinking my way across Burbon street, decided to eat it. That was the worst case of the trots ever.
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 22:38, Reply)