Yesterday, one of my students gave me a small gift he had picked up while visiting his home in Korea over spring break. I took it back to my desk with a contented smile on my face, feeling blessed that one of my students would think of me in this way.
Yet, when I sat down to open the gift, my satisfaction was smashed under a tsunami of sadness.
He had given me Korean Fish Wafers.
Let’s just say that the smell of these little fish-biscuits left something to be desired. The pungent tang of artificial fish preserves surrounded the box to a less-than-savory effect. It was like smelling Satan’s groin after a vigorous workout on his Treadmill of Infinite Sorrow.
So join me tonight, my friends, for my Korean Fish Wafer party. Together, we will dine remorsefully on the crisp, flaky wafers besogged with the fish oils of the Far East. It will literally be worse than Abu Ghraib.
“It was like smelling Satan’s groin after a vigorous workout on his Treadmill of Infinite Sorrow.”
You may have just outdone yourself.
Regift them to Leroy.
Seriously, though, can I have them if you aren’t going to eat them?
I think Ted is right.
Todd came back from China with gummy corn “candies”.
You guys should get together and make a meal of it.
I have found my favorite quote of all time.
I think my post today should have just been that line, without any context whatsoever.
There’s always tomorrow.
And other peoples groins…