The Thing From Another Kitchen
I was sitting in my front room, with the lights out, watching a horror film one winter evening. Feeling a bit peckish, I remembered I had left a muffin in the bread cupboard, so I duly paused the film and without bothering to turn on any lights, went to the kitchen. In the near dark, I fumbled around for the muffin and then headed back to the movie.

As some poor soul got ripped apart by a creature, I took a bite of that sweet, moist blueberry muffin. Something was not quite right; I took another bite, not understanding the unexpected signals my tongue was sending my brain.

Instead of sweet moist muffin, I was getting a much more earthy, almost dusty, taste. I raised my arm to switch on the lamp beside me. There, in my hand was something far worse than anything I had seen on-screen. It was indeed a muffin, but was covered in a thick layer of green, furry mould.

To this day I cannot stomach blueberry muffins.
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Thu 26 May 2011, 15:22, 1 reply)

Bork
Reminds me of that scene in Minority Report when Tom Cruise has just had his eyes switched and opens the fridge
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 26 May 2011, 16:34, closed)