The Last Swig

Let me preface this by saying that I am only posting this because everyday Kevin asks me if I have written this story on my blog yet. He thinks it is hilarious and I am trying to forget it happened. Writing about it brings it more into reality but oh well. At least it will get Kevin off my back. Here it goes.

So the other night, Kevin was playing some video game and noticed his big toe sticking out of his sock. His toe nail was a little long so he grabbed the clippers, snipped it off and then faced the dilemma of what to do with it. His pop can was sitting next to him, and there was only a swig or so left, so he stuck it in the can and went on with his game.

Along comes me. He sees me out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't really pay attention to what I am doing. We often share drinks so I pick up his can, and you guessed it, take a swig. I immediately spray the whole room in Cherry Vanilla Dr.Pepper and yell "What was in that can?"

That's right, I drank his toenail. I drank it all up. After I had stopped dry heaving Kevin and I collapsed on the couch laughing so hard that we were doing that silent, shaking thing. Needless to say, Kevin cleaned up the mess and I will not be sharing drinks with him in the near future.