After work yesterday I picked up Mr. G and we headed to a happy hour with some of his coworkers. Mr. G was planning on helping his brother move some stuff from West Virginia today so his brother was heading to our place last night. We came up with the genius idea to just have Brother G come pick us up from happy hour so that we didn't have to worry about driving.
Well a number of drinks and at least one "gummy bear" shot later we were headed home. Let's just say I was feeling pretty good at this point. And I decided that I wanted to make brownies. From scratch. No big deal, you don't need to be sober to do that, or so I thought.
Got the brownies in the oven and then decided to go upstairs and lay down while I waited for them to cook. I set a timer and told the boys to call up to me if the timer went off and I didn't hear it. I don't think 10 minutes passed before I passed out.
When I woke up this morning I asked Mr. G how the brownies turned out. He told me that I should never bake while intoxicated because the brownies were the grossest thing he had ever tasted. I didn't believe him. So I headed down to the kitchen to find out for myself. There on the counter was a plate of brownies that did not look too great. I picked off a little piece, put it in my mouth, and immediately spit it out. It was disgusting.
I had no idea what had happened! I looked at the recipe again, and knew that I put all the ingredients in. I was so confused. I begrudgingly walked back upstairs and told Mr. G that he was right, the brownies were horrible.
He was very inquisitive about whether or not I ate one. I told him that I just had a taste and spit it out. At this point he starts laughing and says "I have to tell you something....."
After I had passed out last night, Mr. G decided to make a batch of horrible tasting brownies, just to trick me into thinking that I had messed them up. His brownies had cocoa powder, egg beaters, some flour, and club soda! Wtf.
Silly, silly boy.
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