Friday evening, this happened.
Then I put it on Facebook, and all hell broke loose. Here’s a summary:
Emily: I MOPPED THAT FLOOR THIS MONTH!!
John: I know you’ll find the sauce of this atrocity.
Thomas: The perp had a lot of bottle to carry out such a crime.
John: I hope you ketchup with them quickly.
Thomas: Do them for assault.
John: Interrogate them and squeeze the confession out.
Me: I haven’t got the bottle for that kind of investigation.
Me: Says he, not noticing that one’s already been done.
Thomas: Well, if you’d mustard the energy to hit “F5″…
Stuart: I have questioned all of the witnesses and there are 57 varieties of the truth. I think the Coleman is chief suspect though.
Thomas: I think your Mamite have some extra information.
Me: No, Daddy’s usually got the answers.
Stuart: There are two lines in the pub and the Bar A Queue don’t seem to know anything…therefore….
Thomas: Had you paid for it, or was it on HP?
Me: What a waste of a fresh bottle. I feel like I’ve been conned. Immense feelings of guilt.
Stuart: There was some confusion when I interviewed Diane – I thought she meant a cone was involved but it turned out it was a con-di-meant. This status stream is peppered with inaccuracies.
Thomas: Oil be off-line for a while. Play nice.
Me: We’re way past that. The chips are down.
Stuart: It appears that the sauces have dried up…
Thomas: I think you’ve got yourself into a bit of a pickle with that one. In fact, I think you killed the joke. I’ll pick a lily and throw it onto the coffin.
Stuart: I relish the chance for the joke to be reborn.
Thomas: If we’re going to preserve this punfest, we’re going to have to spread ourselves.
The next time I drop a bottle of sauce, I will clean up the mess and throw it in the bin. I WILL NOT SHARE VIA SOCIAL MEDIA.