Last night, after yet another wonderful holiday party chez League of Melbotis we went to IHOP for a very late-night dose of very-average fare.

Lauren and I have taken to splitting most meals (cuts down on calories most importantly, and costs as a fringe benefit) so we split the breakfast sampler:

  • 2 eggs
  • 2 bacon strips
  • 2 pork sausage links
  • 2 pieces of ham
  • n-many hash browns
  • 2 fluffy buttermilk pancakes

Now, I liked all of this meal except the sausage links. So I said to my table of grown-ups:

Seriously, no sexual innuendo and all, but would anyone like my sausage?

Lesson: “Seriously, no sexual innuendo and all” does not mitigate the human urge to snicker. Additionally, it did not alleviate the hideous sausage from my plate either.