Are you for real? I mean, for Og’s sake, at least buy a second set of cookware for that kind of stuff.
edit: Oh, and not that there’s any danger of it, but please don’t ever invite me over for dinner.
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Please tell me you don’t have people over for dinner. 
“[A Freuden slip:] That’s when you’re talking about one thing but you’re actually thinking about a mother.” -Cliff Clavin, paraphrased
Well, I washed them for 30 minutes in boilling water, so they should be sterilized, right?
In any case, it’s always great fun to tell guests mid-bite: “hey, guess where that spoon has been.” 
[QUOTE=Autolycus]
I got royally shitfaced. My friends left early, leaving me alone with my inebriation. After the bar closed, I staggered home, but alas, I did not successfully complete the return voyage.
I’d forget about the bunghole paranoia - and reflect on the reality of the
incident - on the streets in blackout mode - not cool, really.
I’m not being moralistic - I’ve been there done that - I’ve laughed stuff off that
years later I realized was just creepy.
You might want to monitor you’re drinking patterns from an objective basis
…and be careful of blackouts lest the “phase” returns and you wake up from the
deep sleep with a cuisinart churning the hershey highway
Kind of like ass pennies (third one down)
Ladel ladel ladel
I made you be so gay.
My guess is that you simply crawled into that truck bed to sleep off the effects of overdrinking, but please remind me. Aren’t you the same guy whose parents pulled him out of school because of a problem with alcohol, but who denied having any problems with it? Because if that story is all typical, I’m with your parents.
You probably aren’t very fun at parties, you big party-pooper. Yes, I am that guy :mad:
Oh, Jeebus Christmas…if I weren’t partnered and you were into fat, hairy guys, I’d ask you to marry me after that…
This alone was worth my $15.00 for the year. Thank you.
Moved to MPSIMS. General Questions may have deteriorated somewhat over the years, but no sense in stepping on the oxygen tube.
samclem GQ moderator
When it says Libby’s Libby’s Libby’s
On the ladel ladel ladel
You will like it like it like it
Bent over a table table table…
All I can think is, “Which end?”
Dear Autolycus,
TMI warnings and spoiler boxes are your friends.
That is all.
This thread is proof that we will never reach the end of the internet.
Sgt Schwartz
That might be the funniest thing my mind has heard since reading the Dope.
It kind of came out in Kyle’s voice from South Park.
From this day forward, Hanukkah will never be the same.
Oh, fuck, I’m dying here.
Love your ladle, guys, don’t *love *your ladle.
(In all seriousness, Autolycus, it sounds like a scary experience–did you get yourself checked out by a doctor?)
It was me, and I’m a repeat offender.