Last night, Snagette went to a restaurant for a Christmas dinner with some of her cohorts from work. Later on that night, I’m walking through the kitchen, and see a to-go box, which naturally draws the attention of my more than ample sized ass. I open it to find what appears to be some form of delectable desert, possibly in the cheese cake family. Well, Daddy needs a pinch of that goodness. I break off a piece and quickly slam it in my hatch.
Before I can finish one chew, warning bells sound and alarms go off. Without a touch, the water in the sink instinctively comes on, fully aware of my approach in order to expel the vile weed from my body, and hopefully save my own life.
The police are still holding Snagette for questioning. All the evidence points to her intent to poison me; however, at the very least, she is guilty of gross negligence in leaving a tempting food substance in clear view, that contained….COCONUT!!! I am drawing up divorce papers as soon as I fully recover.
What’s that one food, or foods that shall never enter your pie-hole?