Have you ever ran out of cheap yellow mustard? And then you really, really, needed mustard on something. so you grab the super, shit house, uber hot mustard bottle that is almost empty, out of the fridge, and you shake it, and shake it to get the last of that mustard out of the bottle. But without realizing it, you get the freakishly hot mustard in your hair? Then you go to bed, and your awesomely, manly, husband kisses you on the hair line right before bed......
And screams bloody murder because his lips, tongue and whatever are on fire from the super hot mustard that strangely tastes exactly like the mustard we had at the High Street Cafe that mysteriously disappeared off of our table the last time we were there.
Just wondering...
