Bananas Foster, a flaming dessert.
I do things like the OP all the time. And I speak very strange sentences at times. I like to think that my brain is just faster than my mouth can react to the orders. I’m already thinking of other things by then. I also think that my mouth is dyslexic–I’ll say it’s cold when I really mean hot. Just weird is what it is.
I dropped my Sprite can into the hamper instead of my wet towel after the shower. I tried to drink my towel. :smack:
4 tbsp. butter (1/2 stick)
1 cup dark brown sugar
2 bananas
2 oz. banana liqueur
4 oz. dark rum
Ground cinnamon
Vanilla ice cream (optional)
That is TOTALLY ME.
[obligatory Friends reference]“Oh! There’s a piece that doesn’t have floor on it!”[/ofr]
Hey, flamingbananas!
I found your neighbors cat. 
Ahahaha! Only her cat is a fat tan cat. And he was sleeping in the mail box.
I’m pretty sure it’s just another Take Over The World conspiracy.
They are intercepting the mail, which carries the weekly edition of Felines of Fortune.
My ex used to mix up her cliches too.
Once, impressed with the fact that I read a street sign far off in the distance, she said “Wow, Crayons! You have the eyes of a bat!” :dubious:
Not always. There used to be a raccoon that would sneak into our kitchen and wash his food in the dog’s water bowl.
That’s not insane. If you’ve taken to wearing your underware on your head and shoving pencils up your nose, on the other hand…
shifts eyes No comment…
I had to shoot an entire regiment in the Sudan for that.
I was shot in the Sudan once. Hurt like hell.
I bet you couldn’t Sudan for a week.
If I’m doing something repetative with two choices, like pitting olives and putting the pits in one bowl and olives in another, I will unconsciously switch bowls at some point and get two mixed bowls which I then have to labouriously sort out. Same with peeling prawns, stringing beans, etc.
Oh, and I put salt in my GF’s coffee the other day. I carefully poured it into the teaspoon to make sure it was level, put it in and stirred. At no point did the brain say “hang on, the sugar doesn’t come in a little container with a pouring spout, but in larger container with a screw-on lid”. Or if it did I wasn’t listening.
How did you find out it was wrong? Her yelp and yelling, “DID YOU PUT SALT IN THIS?”
Scuse me.
Does anyone have a spare lemur? Mine blew up.
It came to my attention quickly, forcefully, and unamiguously. Let’s leave it at that.
Serves you right for monkeying around with it.
I remember one time I threw my jocks in the toilet and nearly whizzed in the laundry basket. Good times :smack:
That’s what you get for leeming it in the microwave too long.