I have a severe shellfish allergy. I was on a date and ordered a butternut squash soup without realizing that the restaurant was also serving lobster bisque. Somehow a piece of lobster ended up in my soup. I ate it without realizing it and a bit later vomited in my date's lap on the way from the restaurant to a theater. I then went into shock and passed out. She managed to stop the car safely and called 911. I woke up in the hospital an hour later with a tube down my throat and my parents sitting beside my bed. My date was with them and still covered with my dinner. They gave her a ride home and 2 years later I married the girl I vomited on so it turned out fairly well. Needless to say she doesn't let me forget my epinephrin injector when we go anywhere.
So have you asked your wife about her vomit fetish yet or are you still in the honeymoon phase?
My worst date was 2 hours of painful conversation on my part with somebody would not have passed that Turan test:
What TV do you watch: I don't really watch TV
So what music do you like: Oh I don't listen to music
You play any kind of sports: No
You have any hobbies: nope
Do you do anything for fun: not really
I have this gun in my car. I'll put it in my mouth, can you pull the trigger: What's a trigger
This might be normal in some 3rd world country or the middle of Alaska, not in Los Angeles. Shoot me, shoot me now.
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