So I’m at my friend’s house as we speak. I was visiting them before one of my buddies pick me up to go up north in his uncle’s cabin.

My friend Rob’s wife Marie, is a shake whore. She makes shakes for everyone. So normally when I’m around I’d just sit and get my serving. This evening, their help carried a tray and put two shakes on the tray and smiled at me. So I assumed it was mine.

I drank both.

Marie came out five minutes later looking for her shake, that of course… wasn’t there anymore.

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