I was down at the beach on a Friday night to help prepare the pig we were going to roast the following day. A couple of buddies and I had been boating and drinking all day, and that night we decided to mix up the sauce. It was a huge pig, enough for about 100 people, and it was scheduled to go on the pit at 5 am. Anyway, it was dark when we moved all of the ingredients to the porch for the sauce mixing. We always have a formal mixing; so we were still laughing, drinking, telling lies, and mixing when one of my buddies got up to take a leak. We always put a little of everything in the sauce toward the end of the mix and this batch was no exception. My buddy saw a red cup which he thought contained beer, so he grabbed it and dumped it in the pot, and we kept on mixing.
My other tobacco chewing buddy came back and asked “where’s my Spit Cup”?
Damn, we just looked at each other and laughed. What else could we do, it was too late to start over.
We didn’t tell anyone until after the pig was gone.
6 Comments
Ack ack ack!!! Thankfully, all the bad juju probably got cooked off.
This story reminded me of an episode when I was about 9 or 10 years old:
My mom was washing dishes when I set down my glass of juice (it was a dark colored juice, probably a berry flavored cool aid or something.) I left the kitchen for a short time, came back in, grabbed my juice and took a big slurp. Ack Ack Ack!!!! My mom had been cleaning up and dumped the contents of her ashtray as well as emptying some crumbs from plates into the glass. OMG….I think I was scarred for life. That shit was Nasty!!! (Because of the dark color of the juice, and my young naivete, I didn’t think to look before I drank. Oy!!!)
Sometime remind me to tell the story of when I accidentally took a giant swig of sea water that was set a side for a science project experiment.
Sometimes it seems it’s a wonder that I’m still alive!
I’ve taken a swig out of a long neck with some butts in it before. Nasty.
Both yours and DogsDontPurr’s stories are so gross I have to go lay down.
We now have sober guards guarding us when we start mixing, and flashlights. I kid you not.
I’m totally grossed out by both your and DogsDontPurr’s stories that I think I’m going to go throw up now. I’m glad I wasn’t in the middle of eating my lunch.
Well, just don’t puke in the sauce bucket.