Had a friend up in Santa Fe a few years ago who went up to Taos for a winefest. He drank a copious amount of vino and sampled all the cheeses and stuff, but no real meals. He was blotto.
He somehow got back to Santa Fe in the foothills in his bright red loud Porsche without getting caught. Snuck inside the house so as to not wake up his wife and crept into the ba
throom,all in the dark, no lights.
He hits the potty, does his duties and then decides to brush his teeth his breath being so toxic it could knock vultures out of the sky at 100 yards.
So he goes the sink, all in the dark, and finds his toothbrush and a tube that he thought was toothpaste. He started to brush and suddenly there are blood curdling screams, water gulping mouth swigging and spitting and all kinds of commotion.
His wife, now awakened and furious as she had to sit home bored as hell all that Saturday, comes in and flips on the light whilst reciting Spanish terms of endearment, and looks at him, the sink and the tube of stuff he thought was toothpaste.
It was Preparation-H.
I suppose he was lucky in that he didn't grab the tube of athletes foot medicine.
They're still together, though the loud red Porsche is gone, he goes to those dam meetings and you've never seen such "togetherness" in a couple like this, especially on weekends. Touching.
