Mystery Milkshake

At like 9:30 when i was trying to drag Amos away from computering to come to meal exchange him and basil were like, you coming to russells? and i was like i totally shouldn't, but i am. We ended up playing our sweet game again. It ruled. Probably the best card was one of mine this time: Mystery Milkshake. We're gonna make you a milkshake out of random ingredients in the house. You must drink it. Basil got that one. And we alllmost made him puke. I vetoed the worcheshire sauce though and said it had to be all somewhat sweet stuff. We ended up with goober (peanut butter and jelly), waffle mix, nesquick, sprinkles, red jello powder, peaches and cream oatmeal, sour mix, hurricane mix, and probably other stuff i'm forgetting. I tasted it, it wasnt that bad. It was as if you'd crunched up a bunch of flintstones vitamins into cherryey peanut butter goo. Delicious. Actually not, but whatever. Basil was a pussy about it and spit most of it into the sink. Rich was like, I could drink anything in this kitchen faster than you're drinking that. To prove it, he picked up the bowl of popcorn dregs, mainly a SHITLOAD of salt and pepper, and "drank it." Afterwards he admitted to it being a bad idea. But it all led to an even better bad idea. Basil's near puke experience got us on the topic of stuff spewing out of our mouths, and gave us the idea of mixing alka seltzer and coke. So Amos, Basil, and i went on a supermarket run, stopped by campus to pick up fireworks and abduct Charlie to add him to our group, (unfortunately no fireworks were employed cause some people are wusses and it was a "residential neighborhood") But we did end up spewing foam EVERYWHERE. I was the first to go with the two tablets at once approach, and believe me, trying to keep your mouth closed for any amount of time while that much foam is trying to escape from it is not easy. Charlie also poked my cheek which didnt help. The only thing i'm surprised about was that we didnt spew foam all over each other and that my clothes remained dry.... Rich also decided that any time anything was said that could be a euphemism, he would blatantly state what it was referring to: "i'll throw my weiner on the grill" PENIS!! I believe it was him yelling "BUTT LICKING" that made Charlie spit coke everywhere, the ironic part is that a mere twenty minutes before we'd all been exploding from the mouth, but him doing that was still hilarious. Charlie: "I just didn't expect Butt licking" Rich: "no one ever does..." This whole policy of course made me want to make the most blatant euphemisms ever, leading to this exchange (context was that we were grilling, there was a sausage, Basil wanted it):
Russell: I don't have any buns for sausage
me: I have some buns for sausage.
I don't think Rich even bothered to yell anal sex, come to think of it. He just slapped his forehead and decided he wanted to marry me.
We later played super pong and watched macguyver.
The End.