“I… just… wanted… some… hash… browns…”

I just walked into the kitchen, and there is Curt, my roommate, standing at the open freezer with a horrified expression on his face: "I... just... wanted... some... hash... browns..." A couple weeks ago, I filled a condom with water, tied it shut, threw it in the freezer, and totally forgot about it.  In my … Continue reading “I… just… wanted… some… hash… browns…”