Some years ago after a night at the club, I came home from an after-party about 4:30ish, and I was feeling a bit hungry. Having been in the dark for a while, I was reluctant to turn on the light, but I figured I wouldn't need it for a PBJ. I got the peanut butter out of the cabinet and then reached around the refrigerator door, avoiding the light, and grabbed the strawberry jelly---or so I thought. Nasal congestion prevented me from finding out till I had bitten into it that I had fixed myself a peanut butter and spaghetti sauce sandwich.
The dog thought it was a special treat.
aw disgusto mucho, hombre........:-)
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