It tastes of blue.
This concerns my friend's friend… we’ll call her The Chef. The Chef told me, a stranger, this story voluntarily.

The Chef was dating someone new and decided that she wanted to impress him by making him dinner. She wasn’t much of a cook, but it was something that she really wanted to do for him. So The Chef decided on pasta. A can’t-lose dinner, right? Not so much.

As I mentioned, The Chef wasn’t much of a cook. In her kitchen sat an olive oil bottle… but its contents were blue. The Chef was confused, but it was definitely an olive oil bottle… maybe there is such a thing as blue olive oil. So The Chef poured her blue olive oil in her sauce, in her pasta, used it to saute, everything was going great. Blue olive oil rules!

New hunky boyfriend was due to arrive any minute. She plated her wonderful pasta dish and set the table. *Ding dong* He’s here!

They sat down to their meal and The Chef took one bite and immediately realized that wasn’t blue olive oil. That was blue dish soap. The entire meal was made with blue dish soap.

Ladies and gentleman, I’ve never met this boyfriend but I know that he deserves a Boyfriend Medal of Honor. Because new hunky boyfriend sat down to his meal and ate it. All of it.
( MagicallyInept Bored Sig., Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:02, 5 replies)

No, he doesn't deserve a medal.
He deserves a punch in the throat for being either culinarily protoplasmic, or utterly meretricious.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:05, closed)

nice words there

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:08, closed)

Alternatively....
He deserves a right trashing for making "stupidity" look like a desirable trait.
(Scritty Bakerman., Thu 6 Aug 2009, 21:55, closed)

needs more sex.
this^
( Peej, Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:05, closed)

A slightly unknown blue liquid
Didn't she even think to sniff it?
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Thu 6 Aug 2009, 15:23, closed)